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18.02.2024 | Manchester, UK, N2
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Chicken Shop Date | Part 6 |
By @imagine-that-100 and @alovesreading
Description: Matty Healy x Reader (Female) | You and your best friend Amelia came up with a very simple idea of taking celebrities on awkward chicken shop dates, and somehow, it’s managed to become both of your jobs. In the past, you’ve found sitting across from some of the biggest stars on the planet and eating chicken nuggets easy. But then Amelia manages to score you a date with the man who you’ve been obsessed with since you were nineteen; Matty Healy.
Word Count: 22.3k
A/N: This chapter is so exciting!!!!! It’s finally the New Years party and we hope you enjoy this as much as we did writing it! It was so much fun coming up with this whole thing and we’re still melting over everything that happens. Especially over THAT cameo *wink, wink* We thank you endlessly for your patience, you lot are the very best!!!! Enjoy!!!!!!! xx
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The thought of forgetting something wakes Matty up slowly and when he catches a glimpse of the time on the clock you’ve got on your bedside table, he remembers the whole evening in a matter of seconds.
A massive grin breaks on his face when he watches you cuddled up to him, pouty face and breathing so calmly. He closes his eyes again, pulling you in the tiniest bit closer when that nagging thought comes back to him, and it’s right then that he remembers you two have somewhere to be.
In his head, getting five more minutes of you like this won’t do any harm so he allows himself to let the time pass but the next time he opens his eyes, it’s been twenty minutes and he really needs to go for a wee.
Matty curses his biological needs and ignores it for as long as he can, which turns out to be a mere two minutes, until he feels like he can’t go any longer holding it in.
Even though he doesn’t really want to leave you, he definitely doesn’t want to wake you up, so he silently and slowly gets out of bed and sits on the side of it for a second, not wanting to move too quickly because he doesn’t want to disturb you.
He looks at you and all that goes through his mind is how lucky he feels to have you like that. It's certainly refreshing to feel warm inside every time he sees you or talks to you, and he’s completely sure he won’t take anything for granted when it comes to you. He still can’t believe it’s all working so well despite it being so soon in whatever you two were developing, he’s pinching himself time and time again to make sure he isn’t dreaming.
Then he looks up at your wall where you have a lot of polaroids pinned up above your bed. Lots of them are ones from your chicken shop dates so there is a variety of people Matty can point out but then his eyes land on the ones from your date. You have both of your pictures, the one you took of him and the one he took of you, pinned up right above the middle of the bed and he can’t stop himself from smiling seeing them there.
They are the closest to the bed itself, somewhere where you could actually see them when you were lying down if you wanted to. He finds it beyond cute because he can see that your pictures with Phoebe are higher up than his and he knows his date wasn’t the last you had. It warms his heart that little bit more and makes him feel even more special.
After a few seconds doting on the pictures, Matty gets himself up and grabs his underwear and trousers before making his way into your bathroom. He quickly, and hopefully silently, has a shower too and he’s in there for no longer than five minutes before he gets himself out and dry and he leaves your bathroom only dressed from the waist down with damp curls.
He’s pleased to see that you’re still asleep when he opens the door again, and you look so adorable all curled up in bed, he feels bad that he’ll have to wake you up to go out soon. So he decides to give you a few more minutes of peace and he silently slips out of your room to go and get you a drink thinking you might be a little parched after your earlier activities when you wake up.
Quietly he opens your bedroom door and slips out, and as he’s walking through your lounge to your kitchen he stops when he notices a new painting on the wall.
It’s a box painting, a design that he’s all too familiar with and he can’t help but smile seeing that you’ve got one of his best friends paintings on your wall. This one is of a forest, a foggy one that has mountains in the background and it looks amazing. And he can’t help but smile that you own one of these paintings and it sits proudly on your wall.
And he knows it's one of hers because he’s got a fair few of his own up in his house. Not to mention it’s not difficult to recognise his best friend's signature on the canvas.
With his grin unfaltering, Matty makes it to the kitchen and gets a glass of water for you and with quiet steps, he makes it slowly back to your room, giving the painting one last glance and getting excited about seeing the person behind the art piece tonight.
The closer he got to your door, the more he could make out your figure still resting on the messy bed. He feels so bad having to wake you up so he tries to make it as soft as possible.
Matty puts your glass of water down and he tucks your hair behind your ear before he leans down and kisses your temple a few times. He hopes it’ll be a nice way to wake you up and he's happy to see that you don’t look like you want to kill him when you open your eyes.
Initially you let out a little groan, frowning a little as you woke up but when you slowly blink your eyes open and you see him, a tired smile comes to your face. And it gets even bigger when he coos, “Hiya baby.”
“Hi.” You grin, the sight of him above you making you happy.
Matty cups your face and he gently caresses the apple of your cheek as he asks, “You had a nice sleep?”
“Always.” You hum and you lean into his hand.
Chuckling a little at your answer, Matty can’t help but smile at you. He remembers the water he got you then and he picks up the glass and hands it to you, “Got you a drink.”
“Thank you.” You sit up a little and take a few sips of it before putting it down.
Matty smiles at the sight of you still wearing his shirt, and he loves seeing you in his clothes. He already can’t wait to see you in more of them.
Catching himself stuck in his thoughts, he says, “Hope you don’t mind, I had a quick shower.”
“No, it’s fine.” You smile and reach up to run your fingers through his still slightly damp hair, “Get even fresher curls.”
“Yeah,” Matty smirks, “You’ve not ruined them by pulling on them, yet.”
Narrowing your eyes you backchat, “You say that like you didn’t enjoy it each time I did.”
“Details.” Matty narrows his eyes playfully but he’s smiling when he leans down to press his lips against your own.
And you hum in amusement as you quickly kiss him back. When you pull away, you ask, “What time is it?”
He tells you, “Just past nine.”
“Oh shit,” Your eyes go wide, and you sit up a little like you’re about to start rushing, “We need to go.”
“Take your time,” Matty assures you, “It's not an issue what time we get there.”
“I know but it will take a while to get over there.” You say as you rub your eyes to wake yourself up a little more, and you sit up properly now.
He chuckles at your haste, but he really doesn’t want you rushing about, “Doesn’t matter.”
You pull the covers back and twist your way out of bed, “I’ll shower quickly and get ready as-“
But you’re interrupted by Matty leaning in to pecking your lips to shut you up. And once he’s succeeded he just smiles, “Take your time.”
Pressing your lips together, you roll your eyes and get yourself up from the bed. You can hear him giggling as he’s managed to shut you up and you try your very best not to let out a chuckle of your own. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of hearing him laugh.
You grab a few things before you go in your bathroom, but once inside you shower as quickly as you can and thankfully you’re not in there too long. Getting out you dry yourself off before getting into your fresh set of underwear and you leave the bathroom with Matty’s shirt in hand.
Walking out, you see that he’s now sitting up, leaning back against your headboard where he lay earlier and scrolling mindlessly through his phone.
“Here you go.” You smile as you walk towards him, offering him his shirt back but you watch his eyes focus on your body instead of his clothes.
Looking you up and down before finally making contact with your eyes, he’s dead serious when he says, “Oh my god, you’re asking to be thrown back in bed.”
“No,” You shake your head, unable to stop yourself from grinning at him. “I have to get ready.”
“I’m begging we stay.” Matty leans forwards and wraps his arms around you, pulling you down onto the bed beside him.
You’re laughing at his efforts as you dismiss him, “Nope. I want to dance to Mr and Mrs XCX dj-ing.”
“They aren’t that good.” Matty plays their talent down because he would love for you to remain in this attire for the rest of the night.
But you’re having none of it.
Disagreeing, you frown, “They are.”
Matty smiles but narrows his eyes at you, “How would you know?”
“The Reading afterparty, Matty.” You remind him, “I was around… Just didn’t want to bother you all. The music was great though.”
Realising that you were there makes Matty’s jaw drop a bit. “We could have had this so much earlier.” and you laugh when he pulls you against him, making you lie down beside him.
“Happy to have it now.” You hum, and you don’t miss the way his eyes run down your body, “Plus don’t you think our date was more iconic because we didn’t really know each other.”
“Yeah, we were amazing to be fair.” Matty smirks as he snakes his hand down your body and he rests it on your arse as he tells you, “Need to get you back in those red leather pants at some point. The whole get up was fit as fuck.”
“Maybe someday.” You chuckle.
But the singer pouts, “Not tonight?”
“Nope,” You shake your head, “I’ve got another look in mind.”
After indulging him for a few more minutes, you move away from him to dry your damp hair and Matty happily watches as you blow dry it, loving the view of you still in next to nothing. And because you quite like his eyes on you, you don’t get dressed before you do your make up either.
You do your makeup sitting at your dressing table and you both happily chat to each other as Matty plays a little music from his phone to get you into the partying mood. It doesn’t take you long to get ready, and you’re slipping on your black dress only half an hour after you woke up which you’re relieved about.
While Matty was a little upset seeing you hide away your lacy underwear, he can’t help but appreciate just how amazing you look in the dress you’ve just put on. It stops on your upper thigh, hiding your arse from him but it's tight on your body so your figure is still on display and he thanks his lucky stars he gets to see you looking like this all night.
So he doesn’t hesitate to say, “You look so good.”
“Thank you.” You grin, feeling great about how you look and feel right now as you adjust your dress in the mirror, pulling it down a bit to show a little more cleavage.
Matty can’t help but internally groan. You’re so painfully gorgeous, he can’t believe he’s lucky enough for you to want him beside you, as long as you're willing to put up with him. He can't help but hope it’s a long time.
“What do you think?” You bring Matty out of his thoughts by asking. “Heels or boots?”
“I think you’ll be more comfy in the boots.” The singer points out and you definitely agree with him.
Asking again, you give him your options, “Ankle or knee high?” and you raise both up so he can choose.
The singer thinks about it for a few seconds before he counters with, “You got any without a heel?”
You sigh but laugh a little, and you know exactly why he’s asked. So you tease him with, “Why can't you be taller?”
And you bite your lip when he immediately frowns and argues, “I am tall.”
“That's what short k-”
“Don't you dare call me a short king,” Matty interrupts, “I’m five-eleven.”
“And I’m five-nine.” You raise your eyebrows at him, “So if I put heels on you’re smaller than me… You’re my short king now.”
Both of you look at each other holding your amusement and Matty’s slight frustration back then. He’s so easy to rile up, you’re definitely going to add this to your list of ammunition to use against him when he starts embarrassing you.
“Just put the ankle boots on.” Matty demands, dismissing the subject because he knows you’re right which makes you start laughing.
After doing that, you stay seated on the end of your bed for a minute and you reply to Amelia’s message, telling her the date went well. You tell her that you’ve just changed and that you’re about to head to George’s party, and you can’t help but laugh a little when her next message comes through.
I do wonder why you need a change of clothes but I’m sure I can guess, dirty bitch… Anyway, what you wearing now Slut? x
Matty watches from his seat on your bed as you stand up chuckling. He has to ask, “What?”
“Amelia wants to know what I’m wearing.” You say as you stand in front of your mirror and raise your phone up, “So I thought I’d just send her a picture.”
You take a few of yourself, one with your phone covering your face and your full body in show and in the others you move your phone to the side a little so you can smile.
You decide to move your hair into a different position, and as you raise your phone back up, you can’t help but smile when you see Matty has stood up and he’s walking towards you.
There’s a grin on his face and on yours too but both of your smiles get bigger as you look at each other through the mirror and you're grinning like an idiot when his hand slides around your waist and he pulls you back to lean into him. You indulge yourself in the happy moment and you take the picture.
You look at Matty in the mirror and you watch as he turns his head to you and he kisses your temple. Again you take a picture.
Then you bring your other hand up to lace your fingers with his that is on your waist, and when you both smile at each other through the mirror again, you take another picture.
After that you put your phone down and lean back into him properly. You happily grin at him through the mirror and your heart skips a beat when he whispers in your ear, “Do you know just how stunning you are?”
Your cheeks heat up in an instant, and you press your lips together trying not to squirm as he compliments you. It’s so lovely of him to say but you’re really not used to hearing things like that in such a personal context anymore.
It’s hard to take his compliment. Because of that and because you’re British.
Matty sees your unwillingness to believe him but he’s thankful that you accept his compliment and rather shyly turn towards him, whispering back, “Might need you to remind me.”
Matty smiles at that and he cups your face making sure you look at him as he tells you, “Well I’ll be here to make sure you remember.”
You’re sure he feels your cheeks heat up at that but you don’t care. You just smile, “You’re cute.”
Matty shakes his head a little, “Not as cute as you.”
“Shut up.” You mumble before kissing his pretty lips again.
It’s impossible not to get carried away when he’s holding you close to his chest by your waist and your fingers are tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. And trying to pull away when you come back to reality is also impossible, as he keeps leaving chaste kisses on your lips.
“You wanna pack a bag for mine later?” He suggests after giving you one last long peck, and he looks at you with the cutest puppy eyes that have you folding in less than a second.
You sigh softly, completely defeated under the effect of his eyes on you, “Yeah, okay.”
“Pack a few days worth of stuff.” He suggests, letting his hand fall a bit until he can give your arse a cheeky squeeze, “Gotta make the most out of the start of the year, remember?”
The way he’s smirking at you has you raising your eyebrows and biting your bottom lip not to giggle away from the anticipation, you can feel yourself burning up head to toe but you cover it by taunting him, “Right. The most of it.”
Humming, Matty presses another kiss on your lips but then he smacks your arse and says “Let’s go,” to get you moving.
A gasp falls from your lips, which only has his smirk getting bigger and to that you can only shake your head, trying hard not to look amused.
It takes you no time at all to pack a bag, and in that time Matty managed to get you a taxi that wasn’t too far away. You both had a vodka coke before you got in the car and when it arrived you both ran to the back of the car because it was still pelting it down with rain.
Matty let you get in the side closest to the door whilst he ran around to the other side with your bag in hand. Once Matty double checks the address with the driver, you’re on your way to the party but what makes you laugh is when Matty settles and he sees all the room between you and pouts.
“You’re so far away baby.” He frowns, and he can’t help but move himself over to the middle seat and puts your bag where he just was.
His arm comes around your waist to hold you the closest he can to himself and with a big grin on your face, you let your head rest on his shoulder. Matty sighs in content, “Now that’s better.”
Your heart swells when the words leave his lips from just how content he sounds, you can’t help yourself when you feel the urge to leave a kiss on his skin. Feeling your soft lips on his neck is something that makes Matty’s insides flip, and he truly feels like he’s on cloud nine when he’s with you.
It’s the way he clutches you the tiniest bit tighter that gives him away and silently you’re just really glad he has the same reaction to you as you do to him. It all just adds to what you’ve been discovering about him for the past week, and somehow it makes your appreciation for him grow even more.
The hour long drive to George’s is rather entertaining as your driver starts talking to you both and you find yourself the slightest bit chattier from how happy you are and the drink you already had.
There’s many times when the man behind the wheel makes you laugh out loud–bless him, working on New Years Eve, still having the energy to be witty–when you catch Matty just looking at you with those eyes you adore.
Under the passing streetlights you can catch them almost gleaming as they are fully stuck on you and you find yourself squirming nervously under his gaze. Every time you’re about to ask him what it was, your driver brings you back in conversation but it’s one last time when Matty does the same thing that has you letting out a little, “What?”
To which he just responds with a toothy grin that reaches his eyes and a kiss to your temple that has your melting right into his side.
After that Matty joined the conversation and it’s not at all awkwards like small chat with a taxi driver usually is. You’re surprised when you get to George’s faster than you expected and after being dropped off by the door, you wave the lovely man away and leave him a big tip for his kindness.
Thankfully, the rain has fully stopped by now and all that’s been left are small puddles in the ground that you avoid as you make your way in. But it’s not trying to avoid the wet patches on the ground that have you fiddling with your fingers and clumsily taking steps towards the front door, you’re actually slightly nervous.
And it’s a bit foolish of you to be, because you’ve met the lads already and spent a whole night drinking and chatting with them but this time it feels different.
Maybe it is just you being aware of this time being Matty bringing you as his date rather than just inviting you over to their greenroom after seeing you were in attendance at their gig. Maybe you’re just more apprehensive of what everyone’s reactions could be due to the change of circumstances.
So you find yourself silently begging for it all to remain the same, just so you don’t find yourself racking your brain about any comparisons from tonight to the night of the banquet records gig.
This time though, Matty is more aware of every single one of your actions and he can read you so much clearer so he doesn’t take long to notice the way you’re hiding into yourself, the shyness in your walk and how your eyes seem to look more at the ground than in front of you when he’s about to get to the door.
To give you comfort, he intertwines your fingers as he opens the door and his thumb rubs circles on the back of your hand as you take your first steps into the house. The loud music and colourful lights drown you both as you close the door behind you but you barely have time to take much in for there’s someone walking by that’s already greeting the man walking in front of you.
“Matty.” You hear the one and only Charli XCX enthusiastically exclaim your date’s name and throw an arm around him to give him a quick hug with her eyes closed.
“Hey!” He says as he reciprocates the embrace, giving her a quick squeeze before letting go.
She pulls back and opens her eyes to look at him when she says, “I was wondering why I had yet to see you.” but right then she catches a glimpse of you over his shoulder and she lets out a loud screech that has you giggling. “Ah! Y/N!”
You take a step forward so she can see you properly and she basically throws herself on you to embrace you, “Hey Charli,” you’re smiling so hard at her reaction to your presence, it starts dissipating the worries that were clouding your thoughts only a minute ago, “Thank you for inviting me.”
“Oh my god, anytime.” She sways you a bit before letting go and you catch the smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth, “How'd the date go?”
You chuckle and so does Matty beside you, “Really good.” Is the shy answer you give her under both their intent stares.
And it makes you so happy that her reaction is a little giddy dance and a, “Yay! I was hoping it would,” to then wave at you both to follow her as she started walking further into the house, “Come with me. Let me show you where to get a drink.”
Before she gets very far though, Matty asks her if he can run upstairs and put your bag somewhere safe and Charli nods, telling him to go put it in hers and George’s room. She leads the both of you upstairs and points her room out to him and Matty puts your bag in a safe spot, all while she shows you around upstairs.
“Your house is stunning.” You compliment, finally being able to let your eyes wander around the gorgeous place. You almost didn’t notice Matty taking your hand again as you looked round you were so invested.
The rooms are all pretty big and the tall ceilings make the place feel even bigger, and you can only imagine it's the same downstairs. The decor is modern but it all feels really homely too. It makes you so happy that George and Charli are serious enough that they are living together, you’ve never been so happy for a celebrity couple.
“Thank you, better during the day when you can see it.” And you can definitely imagine that, the sunlight coming through the massive windows they have must look absolutely stunning washing over their whole floor.
As you make your way back downstairs, you’re brought back from your appreciation of the architecture and decoration when she genuinely suggests, “You need to come over and we can chill properly.”
Not really believing those words just came out of her mouth, you nod your head and give her a stupefied, “Yeah.”
The singer continues sorting out the plan out loud by playfully saying, “Can let the boys make our drinks that day. Keep them busy before they go off touring again.”
And of course, Matty, wanting you to have the best night, jumps on the idea and grants your wishes, “Can do that for you today, Charli.”
Charli winks at you like her plan has just worked and snaps her fingers with a smirk, “Well, hop to it then.” And then waves her hand to show the vast alcohol selection that’s set on the bar.
Yes bar. Mr and Mrs XCX seem to have spared no expense with their new house. There’s a full functioning bar that separates the kitchen from the main room where most people seem to be gathered. It’s like they have their own club in their house with a raised platform for the DJ on the other side of the room, and you can see a gigantic spinning disco ball in the centre of the room too. The club lights and the strobes lighting up the full wall mural that they have too makes it seem like you’re truly at a club, not in someone's house.
Charli smiles and tells you, “Please use anything and everything, we don't want to see any of it left tomorrow so please have as much as you like.”
“What do you want, baby?” Matty asks you first, his thumb still tracing figures on your skin to soothe you but you’re feeling more calm now so you squeeze his hand as if telling him you’re okay.
There’s so much in front of you that you just can’t find yourself making a quick decision so you just go for what you already had before you left your flat, “I’ll have a vodka and coke again please.”
Matty nods and then turns to Charli, “What do you want, queen of pop?”
With a triumphant smile, Charli replies, “Vodka cranberry please Matthew.” and right away, the curly headed boy lets your hand go with a soft squeeze and moves to make your drinks.
As he leaves your side, Charli takes his place and you both take a few steps back to just watch him as he gets your glasses and ice. You’re watching his swift moves, the way he delicately places the glasses on the table and goes to get one more for himself, his curls bouncing as he walks and his brows furrowing as he tries to find a vodka bottle he fancies, when the silence is broken by the woman beside you.
“So…” Charli starts with a slightly suggestive tone.
But you’re so distracted by the view that you fail to catch on to what she means, “So?”
“The date?” She asks a bit more forward this time, turning to you properly, and that seems to bring your attention to her.
“Oh, yeah very good.” You quickly reply, a genuine smile on your face remembering how it went and selfishly taking a bit of time to rewind and play back a little reel of what it had been.
It’s her next question, though, that snaps you right back to reality, “But was he very good?”
“Pardon?” You feel the heat coating your cheeks and you have to bite your tongue not to give yourself away.
It’s too late, you find out, when she sighs playfully and continues, “Babe it's written on both of your faces. Come on, spill, we’re friends right?” She nudges your hip with hers, making you break and let out a little nervous giggle.
You end up nodding your head, because why wouldn’t you admit he’d been very good. It was just your own mind reminding you of your previous thoughts that had you a bit timid about what you wanted to admit to yet, “Yea- Yes.”
“Yes we’re friends or yes he was good?” The singer asks for clarification, clearly wanting to get a bit more than a yes from you.
You can’t help but hope it’s not obvious to everyone though. You’ve met Charli quite a few times since her Chicken Shop Date with Amelia and each time you’d all got on like a house on fire, so a little teasing from her you could definitely handle. But telling her this feels like it’s a bit more personal, and despite knowing you can trust her it takes you aback a little bit that she actually wants to know.
“Charlotte Aitchison.” You say through your teeth, almost scolding her for wanting you to air any details in the middle of the room right in Matty’s presence.
You don’t care if there’s enough music filtering through from the other room to drown out your words. It’s still making your cheeks heat up and you want to hide under her gaze.
She laughs loudly and shrugs her shoulders like it’s just an innocent inquiry, “Hey, I just need to know whether the hype is for nothing.”
Trying your best to keep a straight face, you give into her attempts and admit, “Not for nothing.”
“Ahhh!” She screeches loudly, which makes Matty chuckle to himself and shake his head despite not knowing what you’re both talking about since he can’t hear a thing over the music.
“Fuck, I love this for you.” Charli throws both her arms around you and squeezes you tight, completely obsessed with how it’s all unfolding for you both.
She remembers watching the date with George and wishing that something actually would end up happening between you so the fact that her silent ship is working out has her beyond happy, especially since both of you are who she considers her friends.
You appreciate her excitement for you so much, it feels like such a relief to have more than just Amelia rooting for you and especially people that are from Matty’s inner circle but you want to turn the conversation away from you for a second so your heart isn’t erratically beating out of your chest. Instead, you steer towards the topic of her and George by saying, “I feel like I should ask about George now but I already know the answer if you’ve moved in with him.”
And you can’t explain the happiness that washes over you when she nods and very confidently states, “I’m going to marry that man, he’s not getting away.”
Raising your eyebrows, you chat back, “That good?”
And it’s very confirmed when she purses her lips and nods slowly but surely as she replies, “Oh yes.”
Your conversation is cut short before you can get any more details when Matty is back with both your drinks, “Here you go ladies.”
You both get handed your drinks and thank him before taking a long sip of them while Matty quickly grabs his own and joins you again. As he does, you ask her, “Did you have a nice Christmas in Florida?”
“Oh she had a fantastic time.” Matty chuckles and you can’t help but feel like he knows something you don’t.
And it seems that’s the case when Charli grins, “Ha, he’s right I had a fucking amazing time.”
But before you can question what it is that they’re alluding to, Charli notices someone waving her over from the living room, “Ah shit, I’m being summoned. You’ve got friends in the club and in the studio.” She points in the direction of both places and you two nod, “See you in a bit, have fun and save a shot for me.” She warns with a point of her finger and a wink.
Without Charli there, your eyes are falling back on the pretty boy in front of you and it’s then when you notice he isn’t having the same as you, “What are you drinking?”
Raising his glass a bit, Matty explains, “George saved me a few bottles of red, have a stash in the cupboard.”
You smile at him getting his way, “Perks of the party being in your best mates house.”
“Gotta have some.” He shrugs his shoulders and takes a sip of his red wine and basks in the taste of it.
He lowers his glass back down and puts out his free hand for you to grab, “Shall we go find some people?”
With bubbling excitement in your belly, you nod, “Yeah. Lead the way.”
Like upstairs, the rooms are tall, but you guess that makes sense for a house a gentle giant like George Daniel lives in. Everything looks amazing downstairs too, but you think your favourite feature is the large sliding glass doors that lead out to their garden. You can imagine it being stunning on a summer's day.
The room they are in though has been converted to the dancefloor. There’s a lot of people dancing in the middle to the DJ, who surprisingly isn’t George, but they look like they are having a great time. And there’s a lot of people standing with their drinks chatting to other people too, and no doubt more outside.
But both you and Matty spot a familiar face amongst the many you don’t recognise. And Matty wonders over to him first with a grin on his face as he holds your hand as you walk over.
“Hey.” Matty greets him, a big smile on his face seeing his friend again.
“Hey,” Ross smiles, a little shocked, “Where the fuck have you been?” as he hugs Matty back, but his question is answered when he spots you.
“Ah Y/N!” Ross grins brightly and he all but pushes Matty off him so he can hug you. You hug him back, letting Matty go to hug him properly, but the bassist makes you chuckle when he keeps you in his hold as he jokes, “I hope he wasn’t as annoying as he was on your chicken shop date.”
“Nowhere near as funny Ross,” You play along, and you pull out of the hug and smile up at him, “It's why I need my date with you.”
“Ah,” Ross smirks, gently brushing you off with, “Maybe for the next album.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” You grin, pointing at him as you raise your eyebrows so he knows you're serious.
He chuckles a little and Matty finds himself laughing too knowing there’s no way it would happen. But he loves that you probably won't quit trying.
Matty takes your hand in his again as he asks his mate, “Did Hann show?” as he’s been looking around and can’t spot him or Carly anywhere.
“No, he did put in the chat but I assumed you haven't seen it because you didn’t call him a pussy.” Ross shakes his head, but his amused smile shines though. He then explains,
“He’s staying in with Carly and baby, her Mum and Dad are over aren’t they, so-”
Matty takes over and sighs a little, “So they have babysitters and could have come.”
He really wanted Adam to come so he could introduce you to Carly, and he can’t help but be a little gutted because he knows that you’d get along so well with Mrs Holt-Hann.
“You bully that man enough.” You shake your head, dismissing Matty’s claims, “Give him a night off.”
The curly haired man can’t help but let his draw drop a little as his eyes widen. Ross is smirking as Matty asks you, “Who’s side are you on baby?”
“When it comes to you bullying Adam, whilst it's funny, I’m on his side.” You tell the curly haired man and he freins hurt putting his hand over his chest.
Ross laughs loudly and traps you in a side hug as he says, “You can stick around Y/N/N.”
“Thanks Ross.” You chuckle, leaning into him a little letting go of Mattys hand so you can keep a hold of your drink as you put your arm around Ross’ back.
Matty looking around and still not being able to see his friend who’s the size of a tree ends up having to ask, “Where’s G?”
“He’s around, was doing the music about half an hour ago but not sure where he is now.” The bassist explains, “Might be with the others in there?”
Ross nods over to another room that people keep on filtering in and out of and you see Matty silently ask you if you want to head over there and you nod. You move out of Ross’ grip and you take another sip of your drink as you move to stand beside Matty again.
The curly haired brunette asks Ross, “You joining us?”
“No,” He shakes his head and looks around the room, “I'm going to branch out and socialise a bit more.”
“Is that code for something, Ross?” You can’t help but tease at the way he scoped out the room.
But Ross is quick to fire back, “Was your date code for something, Y/N/N?” and a smile plays on his lips which screams that he knows you didn’t turn up to this party so late just because you were on a date, but you play stupid.
“Nope,” You shake your head and maintain your innocence, “We went on a date, a very nice restaurant actually.”
Matty can’t help but smile at the way you confidently play it off, the same way Ross pretends like he believes you, “Good.”
“I’ll send you the address for when you’ve found someone you like socialising with.” You smile knowingly back at him and before you start walking towards the door he nodded to, you playfully raise your middle finger at him with the hand you’re holding your glass with as you start pulling Matty with you.
Ross just laughs as you and the singer turn away from him and Matty can’t help but grin at what just took place. He squeezes your hand and asks, “What’s got you all feisty?”
“I'm not,” You laugh, “I just think Ross is on the prowl.”
“Good.” Matty nods like it’s something dire, “He needs to get some.”
“Matty,” You laugh at the fact he doesn’t know, “There's queues of people who want him.”
Immediately, the singer’s features scrunch together in disbelief. He shakes his head a bit, frowning as he says, “I don’t think so.”
“Well you need to open your eyes.” You scoff as you laugh, “More for him than you these days.”
Matty pretends to think about it for a second before humming, “Mmm no.”
“Okay,” You chuckle, knowing someday soon Matty will get the shock of his life. “Don't believe me.”
“I won't.” Matty grins proudly, before he pulls you over to the door, excited to see more of his friends before he starts socialising with other familiar faces, “Okay, who's in here?”
When you enter the room, you realise it must be the studio Charli was talking about earlier. There’s everything you could need in here to make music but also chill out as you do it. Comfy seats surround the place, the best being a big fluffy settee, and there’s computers on one side of the room and the rest is set up like a lounging area. But there’s a drum kit in one corner that thankfully no one is playing, guitars surrounding the place with various awards decorating the room.
There’s a lot of people in here as it's another big room, but it’s not as overcrowded as the other. You look around trying to spot anyone you might know, but come up short. Or that is until Matty spots someone who he’s been dying to introduce you to.
“Wheels!” Matty shouts, bringing you out of your thoughts as he pulls you over to meet her.
You watch as she gets up from her seat beside someone you don’t recognise but she rushes over to greet you both.
As she hugs Matty, you hear her say, “Heya Curly.” and Matty briefly lets go of your hand to hug her.
Your heart melts at the scene. It’s easy to see just how much they care about each other, and she smiles at you from over Matty’s shoulder and she looks just as excited to see you as she did him.
“Wheels, meet Y/N.” Matty quickly turns back to excitedly introduce you, and he takes your hand again as he says, “Y/N, meet Wheels.”
“Matty, you have to stop introducing me as Wheels, no one calls me that but you…” She smiles but shakes her head at him before her eyes find yours again and she offers you a hug after she says, “Hi, sorry, my name's Flo. It's so nice to meet you.”
“Lovely to meet you.” You smile, hugging her back.
It’s a little strange to you seeing Flo in person. You’ve known of her and admired both her and her work for years so it’s not really a shock that you end up telling her, “I love your paintings.”
“She does,” Matty grins excitedly, confirming that you do by saying, “She has one.”
Immediately, you look at him a little shocked that he knew that, considering you’d only just put it up when you got back home yesterday. And also because you’re shocked he would out you like that when you’ve just met her. You know no malice was intended but you know he also did it to tease you a bit.
And Flo can clearly see this too because just after George walks in the room and shouts “Matty!” She links your arm and says to you but loud enough for Matty to hear, “Please come with me, let's leave him to suck George off.”
You stifle a laugh at that, especially when Matty narrows his eyes at her and fires back, “He enjoys it and you’re just jealous.”
“Yeah yeah yeah,” Flo nods, a look in her eyes that dismisses him but also confirming that she would be. It amuses you entirely, and you see the amusement in his eyes when you catch each others gazes before you go your separate ways.
You manage to refrain from laughing once she walks you back to where she was earlier and she apologises, “Sorry about him, he gets over excited. Thank you by the way, for what you said about my art.”
“I came to your gallery back in 2018 and I was astounded.” You tell her, not seeing any reason to hide how talented you think she is, before you move on to say, “I wanted to come to the one earlier this year but I had a date and the guest was being an arse so it overran.”
“I fucking love your dates. They are the funniest thing.” Flo gasps, leaning in to tell you sincerely, “I found them over lockdown and I binged them all. I adore them. I even made Alex watch them with me and we were giggling for hours.”
Hearing that from her means a lot too. Just as much as people like Matty, Charli, and Andrew Garfield. It hits a special place in your heart.
“I’m so glad you liked them.” You grin, “They’ve certainly been fun.”
“Your one with Matty is the best thing I’ve ever seen.” She laughs at the memory of the both of you playing up to each other and the top tier flirting from you, “Especially the extended version.”
You chuckle and nod, “It was certainly my favourite one.”
“By the way,” Flo had been meaning to get Matty to ask you, but she forgot, so she's pleased she can ask now, “Your Spanish is impeccable, are you fluent?”
You can’t help but think that is so cute of her to pick out from the date, and you nod and explain, “My Mum is a Spanish teacher and she raised me with both languages, so yeah I'm probably not far off.”
“You can help me, I've not quite mastered it yet as well as the others.” She tells you, and you wouldn’t mind that at all.
Despite being fairly certain of the answer, you ask her, “You can speak French, right?”
“Yes,” Alex Turner appears and answers for her and wraps an arm around her waist as he carries on, “And Italian, so it's really difficult for me around the house when she's mumbling under her breath scolding me for something I don't know I’ve done wrong.”
Flo’s face is full of amusement as he says that, and she doesn’t even deny it. She simply says, “You love it.”
“Mmmm.” Alex hums, not sounding too convinced but then he smiles brightly at you and says, “Lovely to meet you, I’m Alex.” and he lets Flo go for a moment to shake your hand.
“Y/N.” You smile brightly at him and return his handshake. “Nice to meet you.”
As he shakes your hand, he’s telling you how much the both of them love your videos which again makes you want to pinch yourself. Alex’s music, both with Arctic Monkeys and The Last Shadow Puppets soundtracked the majority of your teenage years before you found The 1975, so it’s a little surreal that he even knows who you are. It's an Andrew Garfield moment all over again.
The three of you talk for a while about various different things, them telling you about their favourite date you’ve been on, you telling the two of them congratulations on them getting married this past year. But only about 5 minutes pass before the loud mouth that is Matty bounds back over.
You feel him before you see him, as his arm goes around your waist hugging you back into him as his head rests on your shoulder. He says to Alex, “You better not be stealing another one of my girls, Turner.”
It takes everything in you not to laugh. Matty talks of Flo so much like she’s a best friend, as he does George, that you forget that they are ex’s. It seems that they are all perfectly fine joking about it though because Flo laughs and Alex’s face is full of amusement and looking to the side you see Matty’s holding back how big he wants to grin.
Alex just smirks as he laughs, “No, I'm happy with the one I stole the first time around.” wrapping his arm around his wife again.
Flo smiles hearing that but she also curiously asks your group, but mostly Matty, as she leans into Alex, “Was it really stealing if I shagged him first?”
This, you’re confused by. She went out with Matty from 2011 to 2013, and there were only rumours about her and Alex in 2014 which you remember Flo denying in a drunken tweet one evening. But then it was pretty much a fact that her and Alex briefly got together after a lot more was shown on her Instagram live at the start of 2019 that she probably intended. So needless to say you’re confused, but you don’t show this as you don’t want to pry.
But you can’t keep your shock at bay when Matty laughs and tells Flo, “Losing your virginity doesn’t count, Sweetheart.”
Your eyes go wide and you can’t stop the, “What?” falling from your lips.
Your indirect sexual partners list just reached a whole new level.
“Oh yes,” Matty chuckles at your reaction, remembering you only have the outsiders perspective on past events. He very quickly glosses over it, making a mental note to tell you at some point but for now he leaves you with, “There's a lot more history than everyone ever knew, but it's all good. Their wedding was cute, I was practically the maid of honour.”
Flo frowns a little at that last part, correcting him quickly, “Think my best friend and Adam would disagree with that but you were definitely a bridesmaid.”
Matty hums, “Loved my pink suit to match the dresses.”
“Now I need to see a picture of that.” You smile, leaning back into him a little more so you can crane your neck around to see his pretty face again.
He grins at you with soft eyes and he can’t help but think you look absolutely stunning.
“Oh, I’ve got loads.” Flo grins and proceeds to take her phone out of her pocket.
The four of you chat for a while then, and that is until Matty gets called over by a few people he clearly knows and you talk to Alex and Flo a little longer. But it feels like not a lot of time has passed before Matty is stealing you away from them because he wants to introduce you to a few people.
A few people ends up being almost everyone, because when you’ve finished talking to someone, more come along wanting to speak to Matty so the process continues over and over. Not that you mind, everyone seems very lovely and it's no hardship chatting to Matty and hearing how he knows everyone.
However, when you escape to the bar just the two of you again it’s rather nice just to keep each other company for a few minutes. On the way over, you noticed Ross chatting to a girl you didn’t recognise but they seemed pretty close so you gave him knowing eyes when your gazes met. He very discreetly gets you back for earlier and sticks his middle finger up at you which makes you laugh.
After getting your drinks, Matty pulls you into the kitchen where it’s a little quieter and you manage to greet George properly. He gives you a big hug and once again you're taken aback by just how tall he is.
“You enjoying yourself Y/N/N?” The drummer asks just before letting go of you.
You nod with a soft grin on your face, everything has been going amazingly and you’re glad every passing minute has managed to quiet down the thoughts you had earlier.
“Very much, thanks for having me George.”
Taking a sip of his drink, he hums but then a smirk appears on his face as his eyes go from you to Matty, “How was the date? He wouldn’t shut up about it- about you, in fact.”
You let out a loud chuckle when Matty’s instant reaction is to yell out a mortified, “Mate!” as if that would somehow put you off.
George’s laughter makes you laugh even harder and you see Charli coming into the kitchen intrigued by the reason behind your loud giggles.
Before she can even ask what’s going on, George throws another question your way made to taunt his best mate even more, “Did he at least treat you to a better time than your first date?”
The laugh that was about to fall from your lips turns into a scoff of disbelief when Charli answers for you with a very suggestive, “Oh yes, heard he treated her to the best time.”
The couple in front of you laugh hard at the way both your faces fall and the only thing you can do is hide behind your glass to hope they can’t tell you’re flustered. Matty doesn’t let it affect him long, he smirks then and pulls you into him by your waist, leaving a kiss on your temple.
“What can I say?” He shrugs his shoulders with a smug expression on his face, “You get a date with me, you get the premium package.”
Noticing the loophole in his statement, you push his mistake to tease him, “What, so you do this every date?” You make sure to leave your glass with a thud on the kitchen island, frowning and letting your mouth fall the slightest bit open in faux offence. You take a step back as well so his hold on your waist loosens up and his hand is almost completely away from you.
“No, I-” He tries to interject and correct himself but he’s cut by Charli gasping.
“Matty Healy, you little slag!” She says like she’s shocked, making you have to bite your tongue not to laugh.
George giggles and then raises his eyebrows at Matty, “Fucked it there mate, didn’t you?”
“I didn’t- That wasn’t what I meant.” Matty finally says, as quickly as he can so no one interrupts him.
Trying to put your most unamused face on, you turn to him and talk back, “What’d you mean then?”
“Meant only you get the premium package.” Taking a step forward to be close to you again, he snakes his hand around your lower back and pulls you into his front.
He’s staring at your lips, silently asking if he can kiss you to forget about it but you act like you’re not interested in seeing him so you give him a curt nod and look away, to your friends who are watching it all trying not to laugh, “Right.”
You can almost hear the struggle George is going through not to laugh as he continues adding fuel to the fire, “You’re gonna have to work all night to save this now mate.”
Matty glares at George then and you take his sudden distraction to tease him even more. With your eyes now trying to scan the room adjacent to the kitchen, you start saying, “Might see if Ross is up for more socialising…”
The sole mention of the bassist has the singer whipping his head back around to see you, “No.” He says sternly, leaving a kiss on your cheek, “You’re not going anywhere.” He states again and he holds you tighter when he says it.
You still won’t give him your attention though, trying to take it a bit further, “I’m sure I saw him right outside.” You add almost sighing in disappointment and that’s when your date has had enough.
Matty cups your jaw and pulls you into his lips intently and it’s so quick that you gasp, which leaves your lips perfectly open for him to tease his tongue into your mouth. You reciprocate the kiss in bliss, seemingly growing fonder of having his lips on yours, though it makes you laugh - how a simple comment can get him like this.
So you can’t help the chuckle that you let out which interrupts the kiss for a second, Matty smiling against your lips before trapping them between his again, making you hum.
You forget you have an audience until Charli coos loudly at you two, but George is in the mood to get Matty back for all the shit he pulls on the daily so it’s not a surprise he interrupts the moment by reminding you, “Y/N! He does this every date he has!”
Matty instantly breaks the kiss and glares at him, “Fuck off!” is all he says with a frown on his face and that reaction has you laughing loudly once again.
George cackles just as loudly and that amusement has Matty sighing and deciding he’s had enough for now, “We’re leaving you two now, can’t trust you.”
He shakes his head, as he grabs your hand and starts pulling you towards the door, “We are?” You ask as you take the first step but try to hold him back so you can get your glass before leaving.
The curly headed man nods, intertwining your fingers as he looks at your getting your drink again, “Yes, let’s go back to Wheels and Alex.”
The drummer gives it one last attempt to torment him, “Oh yes, actually do. I’m sure she will out you even more.” he encourages with a smirk and silently hopes Flo actually does continue with the taunting.
All Matty responds to that is with a middle finger and it makes Charli, George and yourself laugh as you exit the room.
The last of your teasing is pointing out Ross is gone from where you’d seen him last and seems to have left the room, Matty shaking his head and stealing another hungry kiss from you at the mention of his other best mate.
It wasn’t hard to find Flo and Alex after that, they were sitting in the corner of the room the furthest away from the DJ desk which you assume is to be able to talk but also enjoy the party.
Matty waves at them and they wave back at you, encouraging you to come over to them. When you get there, Alex stands up so you can take a seat beside Flo and you thank him for it. You thought he and Matty would stay standing in front of you to chat but Alex asks his wife if she wants a refill and she nods with a smile and a soft please.
Taking Matty with him, you find yourself alone with Flo and notice how being in her presence brings you this sense of calmness that you certainly enjoy.
“I believe you wanna take me on a date?” Flo asks as you get comfy in the seat beside her.
“I really do.” You hum, sipping your drink before you sit up a little and say, “If you’re okay with jokes about them two, it could be better than Matty’s.”
And you truly believe that. You think she’s hilarious and with her history and her talent you think you could have such a good date with her.
Thankfully, Flo grins and confirms, “Oh, perfectly fine with it.”
“I have art jokes covered too.” You assure her, not wanting everything about it to be about her dating history, even though she is iconic for it.
She smiles, loving the sound of it already. But Flo can’t help but remember that she wasn’t the only one you were requesting a date with. “Believe you want to take my husband on one too?”
“Yeah,” You laugh, nodding as you explain, “I think he could be funny. And he can be dry back in the date and it not be awkward like it usually is.”
You’ve seen enough Arctic Monkey interviews to tell that Alex absolutely hates having to do them. Either not having the words or not wanting to give away too much, it makes him seem awkward, which is a sharp contrast to his amazing lyricism.
But Chicken Shop Dates are for the satire of it and you’re very good at pretending to be dry when you slip into your character. So Alex Turner is a prime example of someone who would be an excellent candidate for your show. Perhaps even more suited than Matty, but you’ll keep that to yourself.
What you do tell Flo though, is your alternate idea, “Me and Amelia were talking though, we think a double date where we sit down with him and Miles would be hilarious.”
���It would,” She gasps, covering her mouth with her hand before she starts giggling at the mere thought, “Oh my god.”
Miles would be absolutely hilarious. And the side of Alex that he brings out would make it even funnier. Flo laughs as she says, “They would end up flirting with each other and you could interrupt them and say, ‘Excuse me, why are we third wheeling when we’re on a double date’.”
“You’ll have to give me some tips for how to stop that from happening.” You laugh.
She nods, and grins as she says, “I’ll just sit in the corner off camera and scorn them. I’ve got them wrapped around my little finger.”
“I’ll hold you to that when the day arrives.” You chuckle before you take a long sip of your drink.
Organising dates like these on New Years 2022 is something you never in a million years imagined. You can’t help but be a little baffled that this is your reality and not just a hallucination from the amount of alcohol you’ve drank.
“I am down for a date with you whenever you like though, Y/N.” Flo smiles, bringing you out of your thoughts, but you notice she seems to think about it for a moment before adding, “Maybe we could do it before I start showing?”
“Showing…” Your jaw drops a little, but you hesitantly ask, “Are you and Alex…?” but she’s nodding before you can even finish your question.
“Pregnant.” Flo beams, resting her hand on her stomach and nods, “Fourteen weeks, I’m due in early July.”
“Oh my god,” Your eyes well up and you can’t stop yourself from leaning across and hugging her, “Congratulations.”
She chuckles at your reaction but hugs you back tightly, “Thank you, Y/N.”
“I’m so happy for you.” It leaves your mouth before you can stop it, but you don’t care too much because it is the truth.
Flo grins, squeezing you that bit tighter, “Thank you.”
Flo loves seeing people's reactions to the news, and despite you being new to the group she can sense a budding friendship with ease. She already knows you’re going to fit in great and you make Matty happy, so there’s no reason not to be your friend. Not to mention, your reaction is so wholesome considering you don’t know her all that well.
“Sorry,” You say when you let her go, and you drunkenly ramble on, explaining why there's a tear in your eye. “I know you don’t know me but I feel like I’ve known you for ages and I’m just really happy for you.”
“That’s okay, thank you.” She smiles, her heart melting at just how genuinely over the moon you seem for her, “You’re so lovely.”
“I'm so happy for you both.” You repeat yourself, making a mental note that you need to congratulate Alex when you see him again. But then you catch your volume and you control yourself, “Sorry I shouldn’t be so loud. Are you keeping it under wraps or does everyone here know?”
Flo smiles at you being worried for her, especially after she just openly told you, but it's nice to know you respect her privacy. From you apologising, something which you didn’t need to do, she can tell that you’re trustworthy enough with the information and Matty’s definitely found himself a good egg.
“Most of our little group know, like the band and Charli, all the close ones anyway. We’re letting everyone else find out when the little one arrives or when they catch me showing.” Flo explains.
“We told Matty the other day when he came to see us, he cried like a baby.” Flo laughs as she recalls, “Hugged me for about ten minutes straight and then him and Alex were both crying at one point... It was really amusing.”
“That would have been the best news for him.” You smile, picturing it so easily in your head and it makes your heart melt. You have to tell her, “He speaks so highly of you, as he should. I’m really not surprised he got emotional.”
“Christ, if he speaks highly of me, you should hear the way he speaks about you.” She grins, “You were all he could talk about the other day apart from mine and Alex’s surprise.”
Immediately, your cheeks are heating up, “Oh god.”
You pray to every god that there might be that he didn’t let slip the filth you were texting each other the day he was at theirs in Sheffield now.
“Nothing to worry about.” Flo seems to sense you cringing so she assures you, “He’s just being very cute, as he should. You seem amazing, he didn’t sell you short.”
That makes your heart melt, at both the fact Matty had been talking about you to his friends, and the fact that Flo of all people actually thinks you’re amazing. It means a lot coming from someone like her who you’ve looked up to for a long time.
Directing the subject away from yourself, you ask her about her and her art. Both of you chat for a long while about it with Flo trying to explain how she does different things when you ask her, and she ends up saying that you’ll have to join Matty when he next visits so you can see her home studio. She even says she will give you a lesson and you jump at the chance. The only catch was that you had to teach her more Spanish as you did and that was easy to agree to.
The subject moves on to George and Charli and how cute they are, but also your love for Charli’s music. And then it moves on to both of your love for live music and Flo was just telling you about how she’d joined Alex on the previous leg of Arctic Monkeys tour before Christmas.
She also tells you that the tour is how she found out she was pregnant. Flo had apparently been sick the few mornings they were travelling via plane and she went to the doctor asking for something to help with travel sickness and the doctor ended up surprising her by asking if she could be pregnant after she mentioned that she’d never been travel sick before.
Thankfully Alex waited in the waiting room at the doctors with her in whatever country they were in and she ended up doing a pregnancy test there and then and it came back positive. And Flo was just beginning to tell you that she was glad that there wasn’t much left of the tour and they could fly home for Christmas just a week after they found out, but she gets distracted.
You catch Flo’s eyes flick to the door and you follow her gaze when she presses her lips together to hide her amusement. And you understand why when you see Matty pressing into the room and continuing his dance to S&M by Rihanna.
He’s quite amusing, his arms waving in every direction, letting the music seemingly control his body as he intently sways his hips to the beat and sings his heart out to every line of the chorus.
And you’re both amused until he stops his singing when he lifts his hand up and puts the lit cigarette he has in his hand into his mouth.
“What are you doing? Don’t smoke inside.” Flo scolds Matty, giving him a dirty look that only an old friend could give someone, “It's their new house!”
“Yeah, George’s new house, Wheels.” Matty raises his eyebrows and reminds her, “When doesn’t the tree have a spliff in hand?”
“Well it’s not for you to get your fag ash all over.” You tell him, plucking it from his lips and holding it so he has to follow you, “Come on we can go outside.”
Matty frowns, looking between you and Flo as he pouts, but takes your hand, “I already don’t like that you’re teaming up on me.”
“Get used to it,” Flo smugly grins, “I’m going to be inviting her round without you soon enough.”
Matty frowns and scoffs, “Rude.”
“Don’t cry about it.” You fake a pout and you hear Flo laughing as you continue to pull the man who’s eager to get his cigarette back outside.
That apparently doesn’t mean he can’t tease you on the way though, as Matty cocks his head to the side a little and raises his eyebrows as he says, “You’re getting brave, baby.”
“Mhmm,” You grin, “Says the one who’s obsessed with me.”
As you make it through the sea of dancers, you make it outside to the patio and as the curly haired brunette steals his cigarette back, and he wraps and arm around you, pulling you so you're against his chest when he asks, “Remind me, who was on your blanket you got for Christmas?”
In some way you’re glad that nothing seems to have changed now you’ve slept together. Somewhere in the back of your mind you were somewhat worried about it, but considering he’s still trying to make you all blushy and flustered, you know that nothing has changed and you’re really grateful for that.
“The one you got me was plain actually.” You smile and bat your lashes at him, acting dumb to what he actually means.
He doesn’t buy your act so he rolls his eyes, “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
Sighing, you don’t let him have the pleasure of you agreeing to what he’s insinuating, “Yeah but you don’t need an ego boost right now.”
Smugly, he puffs his chest out and lets a teasing grin tug at the corner of his lips, “I always do.”
But you won’t have him feeling smug for too long, “Oh right, sorry. I forgot, my cute short king.” Your mocking smile shines on your face, his jaw drops at your audacity.
“I’ll confiscate your boots.” Matty warns with a raise of his eyebrows, as if that would be enough to scare you from provoking him.
Clicking your tongue, you quip back not believing he’d actually do it, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Ye–” Matty starts but you interrupt him by pressing your lips to his.
You don’t need to hear his empty threats because he’d just be wasting his breath and precious time you could spend kissing which is exactly why you pounce on his lips. He tastes like wine and cigarettes, so Matty, and the fact that you’re growing familiar to that, to him, makes you grow warm inside.
Fingers tangling in his curls, you tug on his hair and he lets a hum of satisfaction out. You give him one back, when his arm squeezes you tighter and pulls you flush against his front.
You kiss until your lungs are aching for oxygen and you find yourself remembering where you’re at when you lean back to see him and your senses seem to take in your surroundings again.
For a couple seconds you scan his face and your hand comes up to his face so you can rub circles on his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Matty melts under your touch, eyes fluttering closed until you stop your ghostly touch on his skin and lean in to whisper in his ear, “You can take them off later.”
His lips fall on your neck and you can feel him smirking then before he leaves a couple of kisses under your jaw, “I hope I can take more than just those off later.” He replies, letting his hand fall a bit from your lower back so he can give your arse a little squeeze.
You grin, holding back from withdrawing into a flustered mess as you promise, “Whatever you like.” before you kiss him again.
As you stand outside with him, Matty slips off his blazer when he realises you’re a little colder than you’re letting on. It warms your heart that he takes it off and just puts it over your shoulders before slipping his arms around your waist and hugging himself into you.
The both of you stay outside chatting and stealing the odd kiss after he finishes his cigarette but then you hear commotion from inside and the music goes down for the moment and you hear George’s voice through the speakers saying, “Five minute warning guys, we want everyone in here by the time the countdown starts!”
Matty sighs, “We best go inside.” and releases you from his hold.
“You’re right.” You nod, and you quickly slip your arms through the sleeves of his blazer before you take the hand he’s offering you.
Once you do, you notice how Matty’s grinning at you and you raise your eyebrows silently asking why and he explains, “I’ve lost that now, haven’t I?”
“Oh yeah,” You chuckle, and as you walk into the now very crowded room, you tell him, “You’ve lucky you got your shirt back to be honest.”
Matty laughs at that and you both weave yourself through the dancing people. You notice that as the last song before midnight is playing both George and Charli are back having fun on the decks, being amazing hosts like you knew they would be. You just know that the set after it hits midnight is going to pop off and you’re so ready.
You notice that Ross is nowhere to be found, and you can’t help but chuckle at the thought of him off socialising somewhere and missing the countdown because of it, so you’ll be sure to comment on that when you next see him. However, you do manage to spot other now recognisable faces, you see Alex and Flo near the entrance to the other room but you can’t help but smile when you notice the way that they’re grinning at each other as they talk over the music. They are so madly in love, it’s so clear to see and your heart melts for them.
But not as much as it does when Matty stops you both and he wraps his arms around your waist, making sure you keep pressed against him. You grin and wrap your arms around his neck letting them loosely hang over his shoulders.
He’s moving you both to the beat a little which you don’t mind and he sings along a bit, but as Charli calls, “Two minutes!” you feel like you need to tell him a little more about you.
“You know, I’ve not had a New Years kiss that wasn’t Amelia for a long time.”
Matty’s eyes go a little wide at that, and he tells you, “Surprises me.”
“Why?” You ask curiously.
“Because you’re gorgeous,” Matty states simply, like it’s obvious that is it, “Do you know how difficult it’s been not to kiss you every second we’ve been here?”
Embracing the way your cheeks heat up at that, you just nod and flip it round on him, “I do actually.”
Because it has been difficult to keep away from him when you’d been so clingy in the afternoon. And just from the way his curls fall and the grin on his face, he’s difficult not to want to kiss in general, let alone when he’s being all flirty and adorable with you.
Matty finds himself blushing that, and you love that you can make him get a little flustered too. You’ll certainly endeavour to be the one causing the blushing more often.
To combat the teasing he knows you’re about to give him for getting shy, Matty leans in to kiss you, but you pull back before he makes contact, “Ah, it’s not midnight yet.”
“Nasty.” The curly headed singer pouts but you just giggle knowing he’ll survive.
But thankfully Matty doesn’t have to wait long for his moment because before either of you know it everyone around you starts shouting, “Ten! Nine! Eight!-”
And it's the way you both can’t take your eyes off each other as you join in for the last few seconds, “Three! Two! One!”
“Happy New Year Baby.” Matty grins and you can’t bring yourself to say it back right now, you’re too eager for his lips on your own.
Your fingers rooted into his curls by the time everyone got to 1, so you don’t hesitate to pull him in and kiss him how you’d been longing to since you got here. This time neither of you care that anyone else is around because most of them are doing exactly the same.
Matty pulls your waist closer so you couldn’t escape if you even wanted to, and you really don’t want to. This feels like one of those moments in life that you wish you could bottle up and savour the feeling.
It’s an overwhelming sense of joy and happiness that you don’t think you’ll ever forget. Never in your life did you think you would be seriously kissing Matty Healy on New Years and he would be holding you against him like he never wanted to let you go. You can’t imagine ever taking the feeling of being in his arms for granted, or the way your stomach floods with butterflies when he deepens the kiss as people cheer and start to dance around you again.
And because you’re not quite done savouring the moment, when he goes to pull away you pull that little bit tighter on his curls to keep him in the kiss for a second or two longer. You certainly don’t think there’s ever been a better start to a new year.
“Happy New Year.” You grin and Matty can’t just let that be it.
He leans in and pecks your lips over and over until the both of you are giggling and you kiss him properly again. Truthfully, he never wants to let you go, and that may partly be the alcohol talking as he knows it would be impractical for you both but he’s truly obsessed with you. Matty wants nothing more than this with you all the time.
It’s truly a shame the moment had to end, but Matty will forgive only because it's his best mate who bursts your little bubble by grabbing everyone's attention.
George played a song to kick off the new year, one that was great but no one really payed attention to, so you understand why they interrupt everyone now and announce, “Me and Charli wanted to kick off 2023 in the right way, with some new music.”
At that your jaw drops and you can’t help but say a rhetorical, “What?” as excitement starts to bubble through you.
“So we’re sharing our remix of Ms Caroline Polochek’s new song Welcome To My Island.” Charli tells everyone and you’re already excited. You can’t believe you’ve about to get a new Charli and George song. 2023 is already the fucking best.
“Oh my god,” Matty draws your attention back to him as he takes your hand, “Where’s Wheels?”
“She's over there with Alex.” You nod, and Matty moves the both of you over to the couple and you say a quick happy new year when you get to them but you’re interrupted.
“There’s no time for hugging,” Matty waves his hands stopping you from hugging Alex, instead he points at you and Flo as he says, “I need your two’s reactions to this song!”
You narrow your eyes a little and ask, “You’ve already heard it?”
“Of course.” Matty tuts like it is common knowledge when you didn’t know the song existed until 20 seconds ago. But you let it go because his excitement is through the roof as he says, “I cannot wait to see this.”
“Am I going to need to remind her she's married again?” Alex asks Matty, and it's impossible for you not to get more excited when Matty nods with wide eyes, meaning it seriously.
And that alone makes you so excited.
“You guys ready?” Charli asks and of course everyone says a loud ‘yes’.
But the performer in her has her shouting louder, “I said, are you guys ready?!”
“Yes!” You and Flo yell back at the top of your lungs and Charli smirks at the room before saying, “Play it baby.”
You don’t think you’ve been this excited for new music since Being Funny dropped, but you knew that was coming. This has just been sprung upon you and you’re feeling all of the build up of emotions you usually do when hearing a new song in the span of a minute.
The intro to the song starts and it easily captures everyone's attention with the distorted vocals and heavy ambient sounds. But as soon as the lyrics kick in you know already that you’re going to love it, and not just because mother and father created it.
You watch with a grin on your face as Charli sings along to her own song, “I like to live my life luxurious, eating caviar toast, buying out the Ritz,” and you absolutely fucking love how much she backs her own music and knows wholeheartedly that its a bop and sings it proudly.
“I won't lie, yeah, I've always been afraid to commit / But now I've fallen so hard, it's a total eclipse,” This has you pouting because you’re so beyond thrilled that Charli is happy and found her man finally.
But before you can dote on that line too much, the next has you gasping for air, “'Cause it's emotional and physical and so legit / He's got my legs wide out like banana split,”
Matty watches as both yours and Flo’s eyes go wide, but it's your jaw dropping and Flo grabbing your arm and he can’t help but let out a laugh. You both see Charli with a shit eating grin on her face at the dj deck with George and you see the drummer avoid eye contact with everyone and pay sole attention to his deck, more than likely pretending to queue up the next song so people don’t pay attention to him blushing.
“It was love at first sight from the moment wе kissed / I want a white dress, country sidе house, and kids,” Once again, this has you and Flo clutching each other as you react to how wholesome this couple can be when they aren’t being sinfully dirty.
Charli has been a friend of yours and Amelia’s for a while now, you’d met her at an event you were given tickets to back in 2019 and you partied the night away with her. You’ve never seen her happier than she is now and the fact she’s with a member of your favourite band just makes their relationship all that more special to you. Especially now as she can picture herself marrying him.
George Daniel is a lucky bastard and you really hope he knows it.
When you tune back in, you hear Charli’s voice saying, “I told him, ‘Catch a flight, see if you can handle it / And if you can then, welcome to my island, bitch’.”
The beat drops and you all but scream and start dancing in your spot, moving your head to the beat and letting your hair fly around everywhere. Matty can’t help but smile as he watches you, you’re looking at Charli and George like they are something otherworldly, he can’t help but picture you looking like that at his gigs, or he hopes you look that happy anyway.
“This is so fucking good!” You grin as you catch Matty’s gaze and he nods at you, still loving your reaction.
The second verse comes back in and you calm down a little, not dancing as much, so you can still pay attention to the song and lyrics, but you're still bobbing your head to the beat. And both you and his best friend don’t disappoint with your reactions.
“'Cause I can be a good girl, d,” Has your jaw on the ground, but what has both you and Flo screaming is the line, “Or you can drive me down to Florida and fuck me for days,”
“Oh I’m so fucking jealous of that bitch.” Flo says loud enough for you to hear and you turn to her laughing and nod in agreement.
“I'm jealous of both of them.” You nod, as you genuinely don't know who you’re more jealous of. It’s definitely a close call.
“Oh yes! You’re fruity like me,” Flo gasps and her grin is huge as he clutches your arm again, “I fucking love you.”
The song plays out and everyone is cheering for the couple, you and Flo amongst the loudest of the group, no doubt making both Matty and Alex roll their eyes but you love the couple so much you don’t care.
Charli and George play the song once more and again you’re taken aback by the filthy lines in the song. You really adore it, they are such a power couple and this song is just fucking amazing.
Everyone in the house is enjoying the new song, Flo and you are dancing to it softly but the one going all out for it is, of course, Matty.
You watch as he goes up to George and yells out something in his ear, brows furrowed in enjoyment as he continues to move to the beat. Curls bouncing with every move he makes, his smile is so big his eyes crinkle and it’s so infectious, it makes you smile almost as hard.
Flo catches the way you’re looking at him and you don’t even notice she’s been watching you until she leans closer to you.
“Tip for later for you Y/N.” She says into your ear, snapping you out from the trane you were on, “Pull him in by his belt loops and bite his lip when you kiss him, he will be putty in your hands in seconds.”
She gives you a wink before she stands back up straight and you giggle, watching her in awe, “I love that you’re telling me this.”
Shrugging with a smirk on her face, Flo continues to say, “Well, I have lots of knowledge about him that can be put to better use now I'm tied down.”
You take a deep breath when you feel the word vomit coming, if you weren’t this tipsy you would definitely hold yourself back from spilling out all the knowledge you have of them. “I know you don't know me and it sounds weird to say but I was really pleased for you and Alex when I found out you got married. I had been a fan of the 1975 since I was nineteen so I was gutted about you and Matty when we found out you split at the time, but I always thought you and Alex were really cute together.”
Not even the loud music makes you miss the gasp Flo lets out, “Oh my god, were you a fan that liked both bands?”
You nod and smile softly at her, hoping it doesn’t seem weird, “Yeah, I always thought the hatred was weird, the music and aesthetic went hand in hand in 2013 so I really don't understand why there was so much animosity between the fans.”
She agrees with a low hum, recalling the many times she’d thought the same throughout the years but then she looks at you with the hints of a smirk showing on her face, “You just liked The 1975 better though I'm assuming?”
Pressing your lips together, you try not to smile when you’re caught, “What gave me away?” You pull on the sleeves of Matty’s blazer making sure it covers your riot tattoo, trying to see if she had noticed it or if she was just making a lucky guess.
But Flo easily replies, “Matty’s love bites on your neck might have something to do with it?” and that’s enough for your jaw to drop.
Instantly, your hand goes up to the side of your neck, “No, please tell me you’re joking?” You change sides because you’re not even sure where the bruise she’s talking about is.
Stifling a laugh, Flo shakes her head, “Nope, sorry. He’s a menace.”
“Oh for fucks sake, I checked before we left and there wasn’t a mark on me.” You were sure you hadn’t seen one when you’d taken the pictures to send Amelia, “Not me about to go and ask Charli for some concealer.” You joke a bit but you’re actually considering, looking over to the singer and see where you could go through to go up to her.
Flo quickly eases your worries, “Don’t bother, we're all friends here.” Her arm comes around your waist to hug you into her side and she pinches your waist when she says, “As long as he showed you a good time, because if not, tell me and I will slate him.”
You see she’s completely serious about it when you turn to her, “No, you don’t need to do that… He was very… accommodating.” You muster with heat coming up to your cheeks, “I can’t believe I just said that to you.”
Seeing how you bring one of your hands up to cool down your cheeks, she lets go of her hold around your waist and grabs your wrist softly, “No, don't be embarrassed. It’s good to hear he still knows what he’s doing.” You cackle at that but the laughter is caught short when she adds, “Oh he’s got a bit of a degrading kink too, so have fun with that one.”
You’re left speechless with that bit of information, your brain going places in a split second and it’s all the scenarios popping in your head that have you heating up entirely. You shouldn’t be thinking all of this in public and here, in front of Flo, but you are and it seems like there’s no way of controlling your thoughts anymore.
Flo laughs watching your face, knowing just exactly what’s going on in that mind of yours but it seems you’re saved by the bell when Alex comes back to where you two are at and, after wrapping his arms around Flo’s middle, he rests his chin on her shoulder and is curious to find out what he’s just walked into.
“Hello again Y/N, is my wife tormenting you yet?” He knows that face of hers so well and it only could mean trouble, so he hopes he’s come to aid you. He knows first hand just how she can be, he absolutely loves it though, Flo’s always keeping him on his toes and he’d have it no other way.
Alex is the slightest bit surprised when you chuckle and give him an answer he wasn’t expecting, “No, she's lovely.”
He wasn’t going to refute, because it was the truth and he guessed you wanted to keep whatever had just happened between you two.
So Alex brings up a topic, he knows you will be rather interested in, “As I recall, you and Amelia asked Helders for a date with me at Reading.”
You smile for a second before you fake pout to say, “We did, very sad. I'm still waiting to hear something official.” But then you go back to your serious self to admit, “It's why I asked Matty to pester you both.”
He offers you a shy smile, “What sort of comments would I be in for and I’ll think about it.”
You almost let yourself gasp aloud but you have to force yourself to keep your cool so you don’t blow your one chance of having him on a Chicken Shop Date.
So quickly thinking about the jokes you’d come up with when Amelia and you started daydreaming about having Alex or Drake or Andrew over in a video, you recall one that will definitely make Flo laugh, “Oh you know, I’d make a joke like ‘Do you remember when you had your goatee?’ and you would say…”
The pause elongates as he’s hesitant to reply but then an “I do.” falls from his lips slowly after a few seconds.
“And I would go, ‘Yeah and so do we, so this is a public service announcement begging you never to do it again’.”
Flo bursts out laughing at that, and Alex pretends like he’s not amused and lets his jaw hang open, before saying a blunt, “Wow.”
“I fucking love you.” Flo cackles and throws her arms around your shoulders, Alex’s hold on her fell when she did that so you wrap your arms around her waist and over her shoulder you can see Alex smiling brightly at you.
You reciprocate the smile, not only because that’s how you know he actually found that funny, but because you also feel so incredibly welcome when you’re with them and everyone in their friend group for that matter, and that truly means the world to you and your overthinking habits.
It’s so easy to not notice time flying past when you’re speaking to Flo, both of you giggling at the stories you tell each other. Especially when she has so much to tell you about Matty’s teenage years, how much of a menace he’s always been and how the lads thought she was lying about knowing the Monkeys.
She’s got so many anecdotes that you know you would’ve died to know when you had just gotten into the band and it just makes you incredibly giddy that you get to hear them all from her now. That, mixed with the alcohol in your system only has you becoming more and more bubbly to the point you have to force yourself to stop giggling so much when you start hiccuping.
Flo then changes the topic onto you again, wanting to know of you and Amelia’s future endeavours and it fills you up with warmth when she shrieks loudly and envelopes you in a tight hug when you tell her you’ve got the Golden Globes coming up soon.
Seems like talking about how you and Amelia are preparing for it, learning a great amount of information about all the nominees and some more attendees, invokes her somehow because all of the sudden you hear a slurred “Oh Y/N!” and you don’t even have to turn around to know it is none other than your best friend.
“Ames!” Grinning, you open your arms for her to walk into your embrace.
You smile even brighter when she throws herself to you and screams “Happy new year!” into your ear, her words tangling on the tip of her tongue from what you can imagine the good amount of alcohol she’s already had before coming here.
“Happy new year!” You say back in her ear only a little lower so you don’t hurt her ear like she’s just done yours with her volume.
When she pulls away, you should’ve known it was coming: she cups your face with both her hands and brings you in for a quick kiss.
The second she pulls away from you, she says, “Now that’s a happy new year!” with a loopy smile and half lidded eyes and that sight has you cackling out loud.
Leaving a loud kiss on her cheek, you give her another hug, “Love you.” And with a squeeze of her waist, you loosen up your hold on her to ask, “Where were you?!”
“I couldn’t abandon Zoe before midnight and I knew you’d be right as rain here. I’ve missed you” She speaks so fast, your laughter escapes you faster than you can think of holding it when she goes to hug you again.
Amelia is very clingy when she’s drunk and it’s always made you laugh, from getting all of her affection to when she got in trouble for being overly affectionate with people at parties.
“You saw me yesterday.” You state biting your tongue not to laugh at her again.
“Yes but you’re all grown up now.” She coos at you like you’re a little kid, pinching your cheeks.
Smacking her hands away from your face, you tell her to “Stop.”
Her need to hear the details of your evening makes her dismiss your aversion for her touch, “How was it?” The smirk on her face and the pinch she gives your waist makes your face heat up and you thank everything that she’s too gone to tease you about it.
“Amazing.” Is the only thing you tell her hoping that’s enough for now.
And surprisingly it is, because she nods with pursed lips and a raise of her eyebrows, “Good.” but you know that she wants to be told more later from just the look in her eyes.
Deciding to ignore her silent petition, you take a hold of her hand and intertwine your fingers so she can follow you around the house, “Come on now, we gotta introduce you to some people.”
Firstly, you go to the kitchen since you wanted another drink and by lucky chance you see a head of curls you had lost a bit ago dancing to the beat of the song currently playing and pouring some red in his glass.
You faintly hear him click his tongue over the music, “If it isn’t Amelia Dimoldenberg.” Matty opens his arms at her with a drunk smile that reaches his eyes.
Amelia rolls her eyes but can’t help the smile that appears on her face, “Hello Matthew. Happy new year.”
Your best friend steps into his arms and he hugs her tightly for a few seconds as he greets her, “Happy new year Dimz.” And when he pulls back, he adds, “Thought you weren’t coming.”
“You think I’d miss this? Absolutely not.” Amelia quickly replies and then adds, “Maybe if it was your party but this is Charli and George.” like it was dead obvious just to taunt him a bit.
Matty scoffs, letting his jaw fall in offence and mutters, “Bitch.” at her just loud enough for you both to hear him.
Amelia cackles loudly at his reaction, you giggling right beside her and she blows him a kiss just to rub it in some more.
The singer rolls his eyes then, taking a sip of his drink and then says, “I’m a kind person unlike you so what’d you like to drink?”
His offer is about to be accepted as you see Amelia thinking for a few seconds and about to speak but you interject before she can suggest anything, “Nothing, she’s had enough.”
She knows she’s been stumbling a bit - a lot - and her speech is a little slurred but it’s not like she’s blacked out yet so she can handle some more, “Christ, Y/N, don’t be boring. Get me a vodka lime and soda please Matty.”
Matty nods and he snorts to himself when you playfully roll your eyes at her request, “Alright, I’ll be a minute.” But your attitude falls when he asks, “You want a refill baby?”
A soft pout appears on your face as you say, “Please?” and it makes him grin bigger.
“‘Course.” He says and turns to get on with making your drinks.
Amelia might be a bit drunk but she doesn’t miss the way you stare at Matty’s back when he’s moving around the kitchen, excusing himself to people around so he can grab a glass for Amelia.
Your best friend loves seeing you this happy, and she will definitely make a mental note to ask you all about the date tomorrow but for now at least she wants you to catch her up on what’s been happening whilst she’s not been here.
“Where’s the rest of the gang then?” Her brain is so caught up with the whole ambient and the amount of people around that she even forgets she caught Ross when she came in.
Licking your lips, you start listing, “Adam’s home, Ross disappeared a while ago, and you missed the hottest, filthiest, most iconic song from Charli and George.”
Her recount of seeing Ross completely flies off her mind when she hears the last bit, “What?!” Amelia shouts and then covers her mouth with her hands in shock.
“Yep.” You nod slowly, watching the disappointment wash all over her, “They did a remix to one of Caroline Polachek’s singles and, bloody hell.” You almost laugh when she starts pouting at you like you could do something about it, “T’was hot.”
Grabbing your hand, she shakes your arm, “I’m willing to do anything for them to play it again.” You laugh at her acting like a child and it gets louder when she switches to a very serious facial expression and sternly emphasises, “Anything.”
Biting your tongue, you raise your eyebrows and tell her, “I’m sure if you say please they will play it again.” slowly, like you would to try and get a child to behave correctly in public.
“I will kiss Charli.” Amelia states with a proud smile, as if knowing by heart that’d work.
Cackling, you point out her actual intention, “I think that’d be for yourself not for the good of the collective.”
And your best friend has no issue shrugging and agreeing with you, “True. But I will.”
“Have fun fighting George.” You tell her jokingly, and you’re about to ask her how Zoe was doing when she loudly fantasises about the scenario you’ve just said.
“Oh I would love to wrestle that man.” It sounds like she almost sighs as she daydreams about that and you can’t help but let your jaw fall and scoff out a laugh.
You scorn her by poking her ribs, “Amelia!” and she loudly yelps in response.
Matty comes back just in time to catch Amelia giggling away after she’s screeched and you with a shocked look on your face, “What’s she saying now?”
He’s holding your drink out for you to take and you thank him with a blown kiss before you go and explain, “How she’s willing to do anything for Charli and George to play their new remix.”
He shakes his head as he laughs and asks, “Anything?” like he needs confirmation.
Raising your eyebrows, you nod your head, “Anything.”
His curls bounce as he turns to shake his head at Amelia who’s laughter is still bubbling up from her chest, “Oh Dimz, you’re thirsty aren’t you? Lucky for you I got you a drink.” He holds out her glass and she gets it the quickest her drunk self can.
She clicks her tongue and takes a gulp of her drink, “Piss off Healy, not as thirsty as you.” Matty is about to ask why when she looks at him like he’s challenging him, “Need I remind you it was you who requested it was Y/N to do the date with you?”
The “What?” that instantly falls from your lips makes your best friend smile proudly at herself for putting your date on the spot with just a simple bit of information.
Your best friend turns to look at you and smirks as she reiterates, “Yes he did.”
Like a grumpy child, he frowns and refutes her, “No I didn’t.”
But Amelia points at him with an accusatory finger, calling him out for trying to lie about it, “Yes you did! At the NME Awards, I remember that conversation perfectly.”
You’re looking at Amelia and you know she isn’t lying so then you turn to look at Matty when he chats back with, “I think your memories are a bit clouded from how much you’ve had to drink.” and you know that he’s full of shit.
You cackle when Amelia fakes being impressed and quips back saying, “Wow, you’re a great gaslighter but no. You did.”
Once you see Matty has nothing to come back with and is just standing there with pressed lips and a frown directed at Amelia, you leap to hug him over his shoulders and coo in his ear, “Awh! You’re obsessed with me!” You leave a loud kiss on his cheek and seeing how he’s blushing already, you add “My cute little simp.” and pat the top of his head to tease him some more.
He pulls back slightly so he can stare at you and tries to warn you, “Call me little again and–”
You interrupt him just so you can challenge him to finish with a raised eyebrow, “And what baby?”
And just like you wanted to, he remains silent as he continues to blush under your gaze. You love it when it’s him flustered because of you, it fills you up with a buzzing feeling that you enjoy every time.
“That’s what I thought.” You pat his chest before letting go of him and take a step back to stand beside Amelia again with a victorious smirk.
“Did you just call him short?” Flo walks up to you and interrupts the moment with a grin on her face, “He always looks like that if you comment about his height.”
Matty scoffs loudly at that, “Oh piss off the lot of you. Didn’t come here to be bullied.”
Flo only waves him off like he’s overreacting for no reason, “Don’t cry about it, same height as Alex, remember?” The mocking grin on her face has you holding back your giggles.
Matty raises his eyebrows, a small smile playing on his lips as he jokes, “Let’s not start comparing me and Alex, don’t want to get you all confused again.”
“You’ve got ten seconds to run.” Flo warns him with raised eyebrows and Matty chuckles and very quickly kisses your lips before bolting from the room. Once he disappears, she chuckles and turns towards Amelia as she says, “Now he’s gone, hi! I’m such a big fan.”
Their pleasantries are exchanged and Flo tells your best friend about her love for the both of you and your show and it warms your heart all over again hearing how earnestly she’s saying it.
Not long after, you hear the hostess squealing from the door, “Oh my god, Dimz is here!” and you and Flo watch as Charli runs up to Amelia and throws her arms around her.
It’s still a little bit mental to you that Charli holds both you and Amelia in such high regard. It feels like a privilege to be called a friend by her and you know that she doesn’t mean it in an industry way. She genuinely considers the both of you a friend and that is one of the most heart warming things that you don’t think you’ll get used to for a long time yet.
After a long hug and a quick chat asking what took her so long, Matty comes back into the room, once again dancing and he grins at you as he does. It’s too hard not to smile back at his playful manner and when he holds his hand out to you, you take it.
This prompts the curly headed brunette to pull you towards him but he raises his arm so you’re forced to twirl around which has you giggling and feeling like a princess. He makes your heart stutter again when he pulls you close and he hugs your waist as he tells you, “You look so pretty baby.”
The ache in your chest gets a little bit more intense hearing that, and you can’t stop yourself from stealing a kiss from him. No, you’re not big on PDA but when you’re tipsy and happy you tend to let things slide so you indulge yourself in having his lips back on your own.
It doesn’t last for long because it’s such a sweet and innocent kiss, but when you pull away and you both stay close. You can feel that overwhelming sense of happiness bubbling through you but it gets more intense when you can feel his smile against your lips and you’re certain he can feel yours, and it's that that prompts the both of you to share another kiss despite the smiling making it difficult.
After that sweet little moment of bliss, you move both of you back over to the others where you’re quickly dragged out of Matty’s embrace and into the other singer you fancy.
“Matty go and get shots for us all,” Charli asks as she hugs both you and Amelia into her, “Please, you promised me.”
“Charli.” Matty sighs, almost pouting, “What am I? A mule?”
“Pleaseeee,” Charli coos loudly, almost begging. But when that doesn’t seem to be working, she uses you to further her ambitions. Her arm falls from Amelia then and she uses her free hand to sweetly cup your jaw, like she's putting you up for display, as she tells him, “Your woman wants a shot, you don't wanna upset her more after what you said earlier do you.”
Charli looks to you then for back up and immediately you nod at her and then at him as if that was what you were after all along. And you see him shake his head slightly at you, playfully scorning you for taking her side.
But it makes him do as he’s told, but not before looking at Charli again and saying, “Blackmail is not a good look on you.”
“Everything is a good look on me,” Charli laughs, loving that the only response he could muster was a fake insult and not a blatant refusal. She asks, “Did you see my last album cover?”
Matty pulls a face and silently mimics her making Flo and Amelia laugh, but you find yourself answering Charli’s question, nodding, “Yeah, it was hot.”
“Awh, thank you baby.” Charli giggles and kisses your cheek, but her saying Matty’s nickname for you has you that little bit more flustered than when Matty does it.
Not so surprisingly this makes Matty frown and he wanders off to get the requested drinks for everyone. Charli shouts after him, “Bring them outside Matthew.” and he flicks his middle finger up as he disappears back into the sea of people as he heads to the kitchen.
Needing some air, Charli moves the three of you outside, Flo staying behind because someone quickly pulled her for a chat but she said she would meet you out there. You can’t lie, you’re thankful for the cool air but also for Matty’s blazer because the temperature has dropped significantly now.
It’s not long before Matty comes back with a makeshift tray, which is a plate of shots for everyone and he’s brought George along with him. He tells you all, “Wheels and Al are coming to do them too so we need to wait a minute so we’re all here.”
Charli asks, looking a little confused, “Where’s Ross?”
George, Matty, and you shake your heads, and you tell her, “Not seen him since just after we first got here.”
“He left.” Amelia surprises you all by announcing.
You frown at that knowing she literally just got here. So you ask, “How do you know?”
“He was leaving as I was coming in.” She tells you, “We said a hasty ‘hi’ and ‘bye’.”
Matty questions her then though, “Why such a hurry?”
But as soon as you catch your best friend's smirk and slight hesitancy to answer, you know exactly why.
Taking a sip of her drink to mute her grin slightly, she lets it slip that, “He had some company…”
A victorious grin is on your face as you turn to Matty and say loudly, “I fucking told you.”
“Told him what?” Amelia asks on behalf of the group because everyone is confused at your small outburst.
You tell your friends, “That people are queuing up for Ross now more than they are him.”
“Oh yeah.” Charli nods in agreement.
But Matty is having none of it. He shakes his head, and counters with a loud, “There’s no fucking way.”
“What's all this?” Flo asks, her and Alex walking up and joining your huddle.
And you don’t waste a second to tell her what you’re going on about, “Matty doesn’t believe that people have the hots for Ross more than him these days.”
“Matty, that isn't news, that's a common fact.” Flo agrees, narrowing her eyes at her friend as if she’s disappointed he didn't already know, “Have you checked twitter lately?”
“Er no.” The curly haired brunette frowns, still clearly in complete denial.
“Well you need to because it’s all about Ross these days.” Flo quips back loving the opportunity to collectively humble the singer.
Matty scoffs, “That’s bullshit, they get all teary eyed if they see me in anything other than a suit. Ross doesn’t get that.”
“He does, but why are you even arsed?” Charli asks with a frown, “You have a sexy piece of ass right beside you. She’s all you need.”
Immediately you’re flustered by her saying that in front of the whole group, especially when Amelia giggles a little. You look at the singer, straight into her eyes and tell her, “Stop it.”
Charli grins before teasing, “I’m sure you were saying the opposite to him earlier.”
You can feel Matty’s smirk and everyone else’s smiles for that matter, but instead of losing your backbone, you give her a taste of her own medicine.
“I'm sure you were saying the same to George in Miami.” You fire back with a smirk.
“Oh my god, cat fight.” Alex announces with slight excitement in his voice, but that’s quickly muted when Flo playfully slaps his chest.
“Oh yes, please can we fight?” You joke, knowing it will get Matty all worked up again and sure enough it does.
“Okay!” Matty steps into the middle of you all and he holds his plate of shots in front of him, making you and Charli laugh at the quick intervention. “Shot time.”
“Wheels,” Matty walks up to Flo and he hands her one specifically for her and says, “Strawberry juice, for obvious reasons, but still your favourite.”
The grin that she gives Matty then is so unbelievably warm and you’re not exactly sure what the deeper meaning is but when she looks like she could almost cry at the gesture, your heart skips a beat and she gives him a quick kiss on the cheek as she thanks him. Matty gives everyone else what looks to be a Tequila or Sambuca shot and it turns out that is actually the case.
It was a roulette of sorts as to who would get the Sambuca, the easier option, or the Tequila and it's after those shots that the night becomes a little more difficult to remember. You know that over the next few hours you do a fair few more shots with both Charli, Amelia, and Matty, all on separate occasions, and Matty keeps disappearing and reappearing with new drinks for the both of you between those times. And you know at one point you’re talking to him for so long about everything that comes to both of your minds and you can’t stop grinning at each other.
What you’re not aware of is that when this was happening, you and Matty weren’t as tucked away from the world as you both think you were despite being in the corner of the room. Unbeknown to you, Flo and Alex are watching you chat from across the room from their spot on the settee.
They have been watching you both for a few minutes, smiling at each other like fools in love and your eye’s never stray from each other. Matty keeps on absentmindedly playing with the ends of your hair as you chat and you blush every now and again at what he says which just makes both of your smiles bigger.
And subsequently, Alex and Flo’s too from watching you.
Alex smiles and says loud enough for his wife to hear, “He looks happy.”
“Hmmm,” Flo hums, watching the both of you giggling at something you just told him. And it’s easy for her to tell when her best friend is down bad for a girl he likes, but there seems to be something even more special about you. So it’s a bold but true statement when she says, “She’s it for him.”
Alex nods in agreement, seeing it too. And he does hope for Matty’s sake that he has finally found the person he’s meant to be with. The singer wishes him nothing but the best.
But then Alex looks to his wife and sees her smiling at the couple, and he can’t help but whisper for her ears only, “I hope you realise that’s how I look at you, Angel.”
“As you should, husband.” Flo smiles like an idiot when she turns and looks at her man, reminding him in a whisper, “I am carrying your baby.”
“And I’ve never loved you more.” Alex grins before he leans in and kisses his Angel for the millionth time tonight.
More time passes then and you got dragged away from matty about an hour ago after Amelia caught him hugging you from behind as you talked to someone. And when it was just the three of you left, she shook her head and looked at Matty's arm around your waist and said, “And you wonder why I came late.”
And before Matty can accuse her of being jealous, you're laughing when she pulls you away and the singer is left to fend for himself. And you’ve not seen him in a while, other than him delivering you new drinks before he disappears off to interact with other people who keep wanting his attention.
It’s almost 4am when you see Matty properly again, and you’re currently outside with Flo and Alex as he’s having a cigarette and you’re chatting away. He’s making a conscious effort to keep the smoke away from his wife which you think is rather cute of him.
You’ve just been chatting about where Alex is off to on tour next, and you were about to ask him another question until a different but more familiar singer grabs your attention again, “Baby!”
Matty wonders over to you pouting as he points to inside, “They’re teasing me for what happened after our date.”
“Who’s they?” You ask, wanting to thank anyone who was teasing him instead of you.
The curly haired brunette reveals, “Amelia and Charli.”
“Why? What happened after your date?” Alex asks, a little confused.
Matty chuckles, “You’re polite not commenting on her bruised neck Alex I’ll give you that much.”
“Oh well,” This makes Alex go all awkward and stuttery, “I didn’t-”
But his wife saves him the embarrassment. Flo grins, “It’s okay, I already did.”
“Of course you did.” Matty grins at her but his eyes find you again quickly.
His eyes are full of adoration, taking every bit of your face and it’s like it’s just the two of you standing there all of a sudden. His captivating gaze makes you forget you’re in the presence of others, and especially when he says, “I can’t stop thinking about it.” almost out of breath.
And it’s just that, the memory of you desperate to get him off has him struggling to get oxygen to his lungs. God, he still feels so fucking lucky to have witnessed it, he can’t help but want to again.
“Is that right?” You watch his pupils dilate and don’t miss how he licks his lips before looking down at yours and then back up to your eyes.
He nods like he doesn’t even believe you’re asking, “Best night of my fucking life. In fact...”
“Baby,” Matty says, getting down on one knee, “That was the best head in the fucking world, I can’t let you go, please be my girlfriend?”
You're grinning down at him entirely amused because there's absolutely no doubt in your mind that he is joking. So of course you entertain him and smile, pulling on his hand so he stands back up and you ask him, “If I say yes does that mean the blowjob song comes back on the next album?”
With one of his arms coming around your waist, he leans in and says, “Anything you want, baby.” against your lips so they brush together and the faint touch is enough for him to cup your jaw with his free hand and press his lips hard against yours.
It’s all-consuming. The feeling of his mouth on yours, his fingers clutching you tighter as he pulls you flush against him, his curls tangling between your fingers as you pull on them, the hum of satisfaction he gets from it and the one you give him back.
You swear you can feel each other's heart beating out of your chests as Matty deepens the kiss, completely forgetting where you are and the audience in front of you. There’s nothing else but him and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You can’t think of a better way to start your year other than being entirely captivated by him.
And it’s like the alcohol in your systems makes you two even more aware of everything that you’re making the other feel. The butterflies flutter in your stomach and it feels like they’re going so quick that you can feel the hum of their wings in your ears. The pads of your fingers brushing the back of his neck making his skin erupt in goosebumps all over his body and bringing what feels like a shock of electricity to every atom in his body.
You break away when you feel like you can’t do without oxygen any longer and your chests heave and meet in the middle as you try to catch your breath. You giggle against each other's lips, tempting each other to steal a few pecks as your holds on each other loosen up just a little.
“Best head he’s ever had.” Flo frowns as she turns back to her husband.
But Alex finds the whole exchange horrendously amusing. Such a Matty thing to do, declaring the best sexual experience of his life as his ex girlfriend is standing right beside his new one.
“Don't cry,” Alex tries his best not to laugh, he just wraps his arm around Flo, pulling her into him as he reminds her, “There's a reason you married me, Angel.”
“Well yeah, I'm definitely the best head you’ve ever had. Your ex’s are dire,” She rolls her eyes, “Especially the last.”
“No need to lower the tone.” Alex frowns.
Flo just chuckles a little though before saying, “El tono se bajó cuando él se puso de rodillas…” (The tone dropped when he got down on his knees.)
At this you burst out laughing, shocking Matty in the process who just kissed you again but you couldn’t hold in the reaction.
“Lo siento mucho,” (I’m so sorry.) Your hand goes up over your mouth as you turn towards Flo straight away, “Me olvido que ustedes estuvieron juntos.” (I forget you were together.)
“Está bien, solo estoy bromeando.” (It’s fine, I’m just joking.) Flo grins and waves you off.
Matty however kisses your cheek this time as he looks to Flo and says, “You’s best not be talking shit about me.”
“You’ll never know.” You singsong and the curly haired brunette doesn’t seem to like that answer because he playfully scorns you before he traps you in another playful kiss.
It makes Flo and Alex laugh, but the kiss ends up being broken by the sound of gagging getting closer to you both. And when you pull away, you see it's none other than your best friend who was making those noises, now standing beside Alex.
You’re laughing as Matty pulls you into his chest as he says to her, “Dimz, you’re so jealous.” and he kisses your temple.
At that, she raises her eyebrows and corrects him, “Jealous you’ve stolen my best bitch, yes I am.”
“Well I'm sorry but get used to it,” Matty tells you, squeezing you tighter against him, “I'm keeping her.”
You’re giggling into him as your heart swells and you hug him back. Even the mere thought at him wanting to keep you around is making you feel all gooey inside.
The night continues like that: giggling away in Matty’s arms as you continue to dance and chat with your new friends, stealing kisses here and there which grow clumsy the more drinks you have, keeping each other on your toes as you joke about with the rest of the group - until eventually, it catches up to you and you find yourself yawning continuously in the middle of conversations.
It’s 5am when you say your goodbyes to everyone. You thank Charli and George for a great night, and you thank Flo for being so lovely and you congratulate both her and Alex again before they leave. Amelia was out for the count and you and Charli put her to bed in her guest bedroom, both of you leaving kisses on her cheeks. You send your best friend a quick goodnight text that she’ll see in the morning that turns out to have many spelling mistakes, but you don’t notice in the moment.
At the same time, Matty was grabbing your bag from his best mates bedroom before he ordered the taxi and he escorted you out once it arrived. You fell asleep on his shoulder for a few minutes in the taxi which Matty thought was adorable of you but then the next thing Matty knows is the taxi driver waking him up and so the curly haired brunette gently disturbs you from your slumber so you can both get into his house.
The air when you get out of the taxi sobers the both of you up a little bit as it’s bone chilling. But it makes Matty thankful he had the heating scheduled to come on at 5am so he knew inside would already be warm for you both.
Once inside his house, Matty finds himself giggling at you many times. The first being when he sees you take everything in like a little kid at a museum seeing dinosaur skeletons for the first time.
“Ooo this is pretty.” You say in wonder as you walk through one of the archways and approach a wooden side table which has a few empty flower pots next to one that homes a pretty peace lily.
The second time you have him silently laughing is when he’s getting you both a glass of water to take up to bed, after he’s picked you up and placed you on the worktop just beside the sink and he sees you looking over at the windows of his courtyard and you sway a bit as you gasp and point, “Oh wow, I've seen windows like these on Instagram somewhere.”
Matty grins when he suggests, “Maybe on my Instagram baby.”
He snorts when you let out an ‘ooooooo’ in realisation and nod, remembering the many times you had indeed seen it on his social media. Which makes you think of more things you’ve seen on there and after that, you find yourself trying to tick off in your drunk mind what you get to see that you remember from his posts and his instagram stories.
Leading you upstairs to his room he notices that you’re almost searching for something, and you also look confused, so when he gets to his bedroom, he makes sure you’re sitting down safely on his bed when he asks, “What are you looking for?
And his heart feels so incredibly warm when you ask him, “Where's Mayhem?”
You start digging through your bag, finding the makeup wipes you packed earlier and you look all annoyed at yourself when you accidentally pull two out instead of one.
Matty grins at your pouting before you start to take your makeup off, “Mayhem isn't here baby.”
“What? Why?” You ask in a shocked voice, looking up at him as he closes the blinds as morning light is already starting to seep through. “He’s your dog isn't he?”
“Sort of,” Matty explains softly, finding your worry about his dog adorable, “But Mayhem doesn’t live here all the time.”
“But- what-” Your drunk brain doesn’t seem to be able to comprehend such a thought as you try and take your makeup off at the same time as talking.
It’s when you frown and pout a little once you’ve finished with your wipes though that has Matty grinning at you again, asking, “What's up?”
“Was excited to see Mayhem.” You pout in a drunken explanation, and you shimmy yourself out of your dress as you lay back onto his bed. But then you ask him, like you don’t have a bag full of your own clothes with you, “Have you got a top I can wear please?”
Matty has to mute his laugh but he does promise you, “We can go and see him whilst you’re here, yeah?” and the singer grabs you one of his baggier tops so you’ll be comfy and he hands it to you after stealing another peck on the lips.
“Okay.” You hum, taking your bra off before putting the baggy top on before getting under the duvet and curling yourself up in his bed.
Matty finishes stripping himself down to his underwear and he gets in bed and he turns the lamp off before he turns to you and wraps his arm around you, kissing the back of your neck which seems to lead to you turning towards him and asking another question, “Can I meet Allen too?”
Matty again almost giggles but he just nods, “Course you can baby.”
There’s no better way you can think of saying thank you than with a kiss, so you lean in to capture his lips on yours and hope he gets just what you’re saying. He kisses you back sweetly at first until your hand appears to have a mind of its own and starts slowly travelling down his chest, a ghost of a touch that has goosebumps breaking on his skin and causes his stomach to flip.
You hear Matty groan when you trace your finger more intently over his We Are Kings tattoo, his hips pushing forwards a bit as he feels his dick twitch in his boxers. By then he breaks the kiss, hot air hitting your slightly agape mouth and his breathing becoming heavier the more you tease the pads of your fingers over the band of his boxers has a smirk breaking out on your face.
Hungrily, Matty pounces on your lips to wipe the smirk of your face and getting ahold of your thigh, he pulls your leg over his hip and, with his hand travelling upwards as he continues to make your head spin with his kiss, he grabs a handful of your arse.
You moan feeling him thrust forward at the same time his hand pulls you closer into him by your arse, the sudden friction and the dizzying kiss making yourself grow hot under the covers.
Trying to open your eyes to look at him after you break the hot kiss is almost impossible, you can barely look at him through half lidded eyes because when you smile at him your eyes close. He giggles at that, struggling to keep his eyes open as well. The light slightly peeking through behind the blinds is not helping either.
His hand goes from your arse to your inner thigh, a mischievous grin on his face as he feels you shudder under his touch the more his fingers trail upwards where you need him most. But then a yawn comes to you that you can’t even control and he lets out a breathy laugh at it.
Matty yawns back and you smile at him, you know you both would love to continue what you had started earlier but you’re far too tired and, quite honestly, being in each other’s arms is the best gratification.
The date went perfectly and your night was so much fun, so finishing it all off - and starting the year - like this, has you both silently thanking your lucky stars.
One of your hands comes up to brush his hair back, curls bouncing right back on his forehead and you laugh softly when catching that as your eyes continue to close against your will. Your fingers tangle through his hair until they end up trailing his jaw and you end up cupping it to lean in and give him another kiss.
This one is soft like the first one, sleepily trying to thank him for it all, and you both keep it that way. Getting slower as you succumb to your slumber, the kiss turning into long pecks and then into short ones until you’re just breathing against each other.
Maybe a minute goes by, maybe a bit more, when you realise you’re falling asleep so you leave one last peck on his lips and then hide your face in his neck, hugging his waist and snuggling yourself closer to him.
If you could have him like this all the time, you know you’d be the happiest girl on earth. You still don’t want to get ahead of yourself but it feels like the start of something that’s going to be good for you, whether that’s temporary or permanent you don’t know. But you guess time will tell, and you can’t wait.
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A/N: Aren’t they disgustingly cute? *cries* Still trying to process the Wheels and Alex cameo, makes me tear up every time I read it, and I hope you liked it just as much as we do. We truly cannot wrap our heads around how much you guys love this story, it makes us the happiest reading every one of your reactions and we thank you all so much for reading and taking your time to chat about this with us. We cannot wait to have you read the next one! The news from this past month caught us by surprise lol but we’re so happy and this gave us more ideas on how to make the Taylor cameo even better. See you soon with the next one! xx (Also I have a little spin off from this exact chapter planned and I hope I have the time to write it and post it soon hehehe)
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༺ nothing's gonna hurt you baby ༻
matty healy x reader blurb
✧ A/N: thank you guys so much for the love on my last post! i didn't expect ppl to like it but u guys rlly shocked meee. hope u all enjoy this tiny blurb while i try to write some more!
✧ Synopsis: After a long and rough day at work, you come home grumpy and in dire need of sleep. Matty catches on and decides to provide the comfort you've desperately wanted all day.
✧ Warnings: a little bit of angst??, suggestive touching, cuddling, flufff❤️🩹
✧ Vision Board: https://pin.it/2to6Akz
✧ Word Count: 507
You carelessly swing the bedroom door open, tossing your bag and your dirty shoes into the corner of the room. Matty quickly rises from the bed, slowly approaching your slumped figure.
"What's got my darling all gloomy tonight?" Matty teases, his hands reaching out to run along your body, stilling as they reach your ass.
"Not in the mood." You groan, slowly peeling off your tight, agitating work clothes. You saunter over to your dresser, pulling out a simple camisole and pair of shorts. As you slip them on, Matty appears behind you, running his fingertips along your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let out a long, exasperated sigh before muttering, "You really don't know how to listen, do you?" You turn to lightly punch Matty's shoulder, pushing him away.
"Ow!" Matty dramatically gasps, playfully stumbling back a step. "Watch out there, killer," he grinned, rubbing his shoulder. "M'just playing around, babe," he added, stepping closer to you again. "Nothing serious." You give him an unamused look, pushing past him to flop onto the bed.
Matty watches as you flung yourself onto the bed, a mix of emotions playing across his face. He sighed heavily before following after you, crawling onto the bed beside you. "What's got you so wound up?" You continue laying face down on the bed, your body sprawled out like a starfish.
"Today, it was a lot." You mumble against the sheets, tiredness in your muffled voice. Matty heard your mumbled words but didn't press for more information. He knew better than to push when you were in one of these moods. Instead, he slid his arm under you, gently pulling you against his chest.
You desperately crawl into his arms, your side pressed against his chest as you hug your knees in his lap. Matty wrapped his other arm around you, holding you close. He could feel your heart beating against his chest, and he knew that this was the only comfort you sought tonight.
"Shh," he whispered softly, running his hand soothingly up and down your back. You breathe lightly against Matty's skin, your eyes fluttering closed. You trail a hand up to play with Matty's curls, the only thing keeping you grounded.
Matty felt the soft touch of your hand in his hair, and it brought a small smile to his lips. He knew this was the only time you truly felt safe - when you were in his arms, seeking solace from the emotions budding within. You reach down to pull the covers up, nestling closer to Matty.
"There you go," Matty murmured, helping wrap the blanket around both of you. He felt your breathing begin to even out, knowing you would soon fall asleep. You wrap your arms around Matty's waist, pulling him close before you start to doze off. "I've got you," Matty whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He held you close throughout the night, his heart full of love and admiration for this fragile, innocent thing that he couldn't help but cherish.
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WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER // matty healy x reader
• at the studio 💗
you smiled proudly to yourself, as you shut the lid of the box with the freshly baked brownies in, that you had spent the morning making.
while watching a film the night before, matty had turned to you, in a random confession of “fuck, i’m craving some brownies so bad right now.” as the characters ate some on your tv.
you giggled, “well, i’ll have to get making some, won’t i?” you said it in a way that made him think you were just messing.
you weren’t. he had been quite stressed out the past few weeks, trying his best to get the album finished for the deadline, but in his words, “there’s so much shit that is wrong,” and has driven himself to exhaustion, working 24/7, even at home. to you, it was a wonder you managed to get him to agree to watch a film with you.
so, you just wanted to brighten his day a little.
clad in some comfy clothes ( your joggers and his sweater ) you grabbed your car keys, locked the house and drove to the studio, brownies safely secure in the passenger seat.
the drive took longer than expected — some temporary lights holding up traffic, along with the fact it’s always bad during the weekdays.
sighing as you got there, seeing it was 2pm already, and you had intended to be there earlier. but you were there, and that’s what was important.
walking inside, you greeted people you recognised on the way in, asking where matty would be, people leading you in the direction.
luckily, they were in a nearby room. you opened the door, matty and george sat at computers, with adam and ross lounging on the sofa’s on their phones.
adam was the first to notice you, “hey, matty didn’t say you were coming—”
you smiled, “he didn’t know.”
clearly immersed in whatever was going on in his headphones, he hadn’t noticed you.
you waved to ross and george, who did, and tip toed your way to his chair, facing his back towards you.
you hugged him from behind, “what you up to?” he jumped, eyes widening and hands instantly going up to pull his headphones off, relaxing when he saw it was you.
“jesus christ, you scared the fuck out of me!” he craned his head to look at you fully. “you didn’t say you were coming today.”
you nod, “wanted it to be a surprise. i baked brownies.” you held up the box for him to see.
he looked at the box, visibly surprised, before looking at you in what you can only describe as awe. “darling, you didn’t have to,”
“i wanted to. wanted to make you feel a little better in anyway i can.”
he smiled widely at you, taking the box and leaning to put it on the table, where numerous half empty and probably cold coffee mugs sat.
he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug. “thank you, i love you.”
“love you too.” you pull back and turn to the others, “and i made plenty! so you’re all going to have to help us eat—”
you raised an eyebrow at ross, half a brownie in his mouth as he gave you a thumbs up with a grin, chocolate scattered around his lips.
matty burst out laughing, something which was always contagious in such moments.
“these are fucking delicious,” ross spoke with his mouth half open.
“well, if ross says they are…” george spoke slowly, a coy look on his face as he reached for the box.
you spent most of the day on your phone, laid on the largest sofa, half falling asleep, waking yourself up when you dropped your phone on yourself, startling you.
sighing, you turn your phone off and put it on the table, the light of it hurting your eyes and making them water.
adam was the first to leave, something about carly messaging him, and then it was ross, not without taking another brownie first, though.
you weren’t sure what time it was anymore, but you didn’t want to move from your spot, huddled up in the corner with a blanket draped over you.
“matty, we can finish this another day. it’s getting dark out.” george rubbed his eyes, clearly tired.
“no, no. just — give us a little while. if i don’t get this done now i’ll forget and it’ll take even longer.”
george groans a little at his friend’s persistence, before spinning his chair round to speak to you. “you alright? want a coffee or anything because i’m about to to get one.”
you ponder for a second, sitting up and ultimately deciding you could do with one. “yes, please if you don’t mind. how i usually take it, too.”
he nods, pushing himself out of the chair and moping out of the room.
you make eye contact as matty abruptly turns around. he suddenly felt bad he hadn’t spoken to you most of the day. “you okay, baby? you could’ve gone home. i’m sorry i’ve been so wrapped up in this today, wasn’t ignoring you.”
“i could’ve gone home? i could go now, if you want.” you faux pout, pretending to reach for your bag.
his arm reaches out to stop your movements, “you know i don’t want you to leave. just thought you might of found this all a little boring.”
you gesture with your index finger for him to come over, and he does so, no hesitation.
“sit down,” you move the blanket, so when he’s sat you can put it over the two of you. “are you okay?”
he shuffles, into a position where he can comfortably rest his head on your lap, covered by the blanket. his neck is aching from the position he’s been sat in all day, and so is his back. his hands are cramped and he just wants to have a shower and go to sleep — but the other, obsessive and determined part of him wants to stay here until he finishes what he wanted to get done today.
“just frustrated. it’s taking so much longer than it should. every time i add something or fix something, there’s something else that doesn’t sound right.” he whines, flipping around slightly so he can look up at you.
you look down at him sadly, hand moving to run through his curls and massage his scalp, which he leans up into instantly, similarly to a cat.
“i just don’t want to disappoint people. fans. the guys. you.”
“you could never disappoint, matty.” you tell him, as assuring as possible. “but, i know you. and i know that this,” you tap his temple softly, “wont be able to switch off if you haven’t finished what you want to finish today.”
he smiles up at you, for knowing him so well.
“so, if you really need it, we’ll stay here as long as necessary. i’ll order food.”
“i don’t wanna be a trouble, though.” he mutters, feeling guilty.
“you aren’t, i don’t mind. i like watching you go through the process, and you know i just want you to be happy.”
he sits up, your hand untangling from his hair in the process. his hooks his hand around your jaw, pulling you towards his lips, in a sweet natured kiss. “i love you.” he whispers, hugging you tightly.
“i love you too.”
“so… i kind of feel like i might be interrupting something, but your coffee is burning my fucking hand right now.” there’s a clear of a throat behind you, and a deep voice. you both look to see george looming over you.
hours must have passed, but you aren’t sure of the time, phone left neglected on the table as you sit beside matty, while he replays the snippet again and again, analysing it in his head. you watch his face contort, then light up when he has an idea.
“oh my god, that’s it!” he startled you when he suddenly sprung up - always so unpredictable - and reach for his pen and notepad, scribbling something down.
you listen intently to the track, his voice repeating the phrase, “do you think i have forgotten about you?”
he rests his head on his hand, letting out a heavy breath. he tilts his head towards you, studying your face as if thinking about something.
“what?” you shove another of the chips you’d ordered from the chinese takeaway in your mouth.
“what would you say if i asked you to sing a verse on this song?”
you furrow your brows, look at the screen, his face, and then eat another chip, before realising what he just said.
“what?”
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Insufferable Arsehole Part 3: Sex - Matty Healy Series
A/n: hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think :)
Warnings: smut . Minors DNI
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She finds herself daydreaming; staring into space as the boys tune their various instruments at different times, George hitting the drums, testing that they sounded the way he wanted them to.
Her chin rested against her palm, her elbow resting against her knee, she sat on the edge of the stage, looking out at the venue, it was big, not the biggest she has played but still sizeable. She was incredibly nervous considering she did this for a living.
She could hear Matty singing, sound check was always a part she hated. So when someone called her name, she didn't quite catch it until maybe the third (or sixth) time they called.
"Lou your turn" she finally heard, nearly stumbling as she jumped up. She chuckled to herself, turning around to see Ross standing right behind her, her chest is suddenly flushed against his and her breath catches in her throat.
Her feet betray her as she stands from the piano, her body fails her as it moves over to the man sitting on the sofa next to her. She didn't notice he stood up too, but it suddenly dawns on her how tall he is in comparison to her.
She doesn't know how she got here, his lips pressed against hers, her tongue in his mouth as her hands gripped his hair, weaving through the curls, making him groan into her mouth. She noted how soft they both were, she was expecting his lips to be rough and his hair to be... well ratty.
She remembers saying something about how delirious he was to suggest such a thing, she remembers the way he said "tell me you haven't once thought about it and I'll leave the idea alone, I'll be a saint, a completely bearable human being". The smirk on his face was unwavering.
Now his mouth is on hers and his hands grasp her arse, he notes how tight it feels in his hands and they both gasp as he tugs her forward, the denim of her shorts colliding with his jeans. All she can say is his name, over and over like scripture. He completely invades her senses, all she can smell, taste and feel his him and its toxic. The way his hands feel on her, the way his chest presses against hers: its everything. He knows this feeling all to well, utterly addicted to everything that is her. The man she despises so much says words that make her heart and core flutter "I've wanted this for so long" he whispers against her lips.
"Matty" she sighs, his hands now at the base of her neck, holding her tight against his lips, not letting her go.
"These are a poor excuse of clothing love, swear you wore them on purpose just to mess with me" he says as he tugs against the hoops of her denim shorts, his lips have found their way to her neck, sucking against the tanned skin. She tasted like heaven and he felt deprived of her, having wanted her for so long.
She gasps before she speaks making the man smirk against her neck, she pushes him away, grasping his chin in-between her fingertips, holding him where he was so she could speak. His eyes were trained on her as she spoke her next words, swollen lips smothered in her red lipstick, the bottom one finds its way inbetween her teeth and her fingertips pluck it back out.
"Despite what you may think, I don't dress to turn you on" she says. He smirks, lips pressing against hers roughly.
"Well then, whether you are trying or not, its working love" he says, his classic smirk resting on his lips once again, making her want to growl.
"Shut up" she pulls him back, lips and tongues meeting as he grinds against her.
"Hello? Lou! Hello!" he waves in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Hey are you okay?" Ross asks, her eyes wander behind her and find Matty's who's eyes are already focused on hers, that fucking smirk that rests against his lips is torture.
"Yeah yeah sorry. Just distracted" she says, sighing at her stupid brain.
"Hey its all good! Here if you need me yeah?" Ross asks before pulling her into a hug.
Behind them Matty mouths "cute" and the hand that is flat against Ross' back moves, flipping him her middle finger.
They pull away shortly after and she walks seemingly un-phaised past Matty and to the piano, one of the tech men adjusts the microphone to her height. She does the sound check quickly, wanting to be out of the room as fast as she could. She sings a few lines to about you, Matty still watching her intently.
She finishes and begins to walk away until someone calls her.
"Sounded pretty good, considering" she hears Matty say behind her. She continues walking off stage, round the back of the stage until a hand stops her.
"Pretty good for a chick who can't play her instrument?" She quips back, stopping in her tracks to face him now. Matty feels a pang in his chest and she repeated his own words back to him, he didn't mean them whatsoever and he needed her to know that, not that now was the time.
"Pretty good for a chick who hasn't been able to get her mind off that kiss the other day" he challenges.
"Your ego just couldn't get any bigger could it?" She asks, rolling her eyes at him, she only now realises that her hand is still in his. His eyes darken quickly and she smirks up at him, her eyebrows raising, daring him to say what's on his mind.
"Roll your eyes at me one more time and see what happens" he says, she does and what happens next seems to happen in the blink of an eye.
Before she knows it he has her pinned up against the wall, his leg pushes up in-between her thighs, he's silently thanking whatever force made her decide to wear the pathetic excuse for a skirt she was wearing.
He stands either side of her core, one of his legs anchoring her to the wall, she gasps, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself.
"Tell me I'm lying, tell me you haven't been thinking about that kiss. I have. Tell me you don't want it to happen again" he says, lips mere inches against her lips. His confession takes her breath away again, how come he could be so god damn sincere in moments like these, but the rest of the time was an arrogant and mean bastard.
"I don't want it to happen again" she manages to get out. He laughs a deep laugh, pushing his leg further into her until it's grazing against her core. She sighs deeply, head thrown back, hitting the wall roughly, not that she cares in her current state of mind.
His eyes drift down the expanse of her throat, he remembers how it felt to have his lips there and his mind goes foggy, knowing he'd do anything to suck at that skin, just to taste her again. He had been having withdrawals since their first kiss and the feeling was all too familiar, one in which he thought he would hate to feel again, but he was hooked and for one he felt like it was a good thing.
"Oh fuck it" he says, his mouth finds her neck and he sucks harshly. Her hands find his hair and she tugs, pulling him away from her neck. He's the first to break, pressing his lips against hers.
"You're such a cock" she mumbles against his lips, he shuts her up as he thrusts his tongue into her mouth, finding hers and moving against each other like clockwork.
Her hands in his hair grip harshly and he groans into her mouth, the vibrations forcing a moan from her too.
"Tell me what you want" he says, barely breaking the kiss to speak.
"No" she says against his lips. He wishes he would just pull away, tell her that if she didn't ask she didn't get. But he's addicted, so instead he takes a step back, being careful not to break the kiss, he readjusts them so he's standing flush against her, his core touching hers.
She feels his clothed member straining against his jeans as he pushes himself against her. The both of them groan at the friction, needing more. He begins thrusting his clothed core against hers, like a pair of teenagers, the both of them moan, mouths open, their lips aren't touching now, their eyes are trained on each others, deep and dark. A particular rutt has her sighing, reaching for his face to pull him against her, lips attached again.
"You feel so good" he says, They both hear their names being called through their in-ears, their tour manager wanting them to do a group rehearsal.
"Fuck" he murmurs against her mouth as she pulls away, his mouth searches for hers before he feels her push against his shoulder. He steps back sighing as she begins to walk away from him.
"Fix your hair" she says as she continues walking, she looks completely composed and it irks him. He does as she says, ruffling his hair until it looks purposefully disheveled, he has to give himself a few moments to calm down, the hard on he is supporting still obvious in his jeans.
"Where's Matty?" George says upon seeing her.
"Why would I know that G?" She says, feigning ignorance.
"Yeah suppose you're right".
Several moments later, they see the man emerge, she notices how he's hair looks better now, her eyes drift between his jeans and his lips which were still slightly swollen.
"What took you so long?" Adam asks.
"You caught me in-between a ciggy break" he says, a perfectly feasible explanation.
The boys then walk to their instruments, completely missing the wink he throws her way. She rolls her eyes again and he scowls.
"Okay you two" their manager points to Matty and Lou "I need you to look like you like each other okay? Matty when you introduce everyone, I need you to say something nice about Lou okay? Get one of the boys to write you something if you really can't think of a single thing" he says and she chuckles to herself.
"That won't be a problem" he utters and she finds herself surprised at his words. She can't remember a time where he had said something genuinely nice about her. Then again he might be saying it won't be a problem to ask one of the boys, she doesn't know.
"Lou you can say something if you'd like?" Jamie asks.
"Na I'm good. The shows about you guys, I'm just here to lend a helping hand" she says and everyone in the room appreciates the sentiment. Maybe George was right after all, she was just doing this out of the kindness of her heart and not for more fame or attention. Matty offers her a soft smile for that and it confuses her further.
Why was he being so nice? She thought.
They run through a few songs, only snippets, making sure everything runs smoothly.
They all exit the stage after that, Matty following the boys whilst Lou goes her own way.
She finds her changing room, locking the door behind her, she leans against it and sighs deeply. She was royally screwed, she thought.
Someone comes to do her make up whilst the support plays and she gets changed into the outfit that was set out for her. She adorns a black suit-like skirt, a black silk shirt that is tucked in, of which she leaves a few of the top buttons undone. She wears her signature boots. Her outfit is cute but doesn't take away from the band. She fits in perfectly.
She leaves her dressing room shortly after, meeting the band in the main room that was backstage.
The boys looked good and she wolf whistled upon seeing them. Matty wasn't there yet and she was kind of thankful, she didn't need a distraction before they got on stage.
"Why thank you madam" George says putting on a posh voice as he takes a bow. Pulling her into a side hug and delivering a kiss to the top of her head, all before letting her go.
"You look good! Fit in with us well" Ross says and she slightly smiles at his words, hugging him tightly.
"Thanks Macdonald" she says, she doesn't see Matty but he sees her, he sees her blush at Ross' words and he feels a pang of jealousy. Truthfully, despite her confidence, she didn't think very highly of herself so pretty much any compliments made her blush.
His presence is then made crystal clear by the obscene cough he lets out. She can't lie, he looked good, dressed in a black suit and white shirt.
She's thankful that Carly comes in that moment, she begins asking Lou how she's feeling and before they know it they're being called on the stage.
The crowd goes wild throughout the beginning songs and she has the best time. Matty and her smile at each other throughout, to the audience it looks like they were friends. She begins feeling nervous when she hears Matty speak, he begins introducing everyone, their names appearing on the screens on either side of the stage.
"To my left we have the wonderful Adam Hann" he says and the crowd screams for him, he smiles and nods politely.
"On drums we have a man who needs no introduction, although I will give him one anyway: the one and only Mr George Daniel" he says, the crowd going wild for him again.
"Behind me, we have the amazing Jamie Squire and John Waugh"
"To my right, last but... well the internet would say certainly not least, Ross MacDonald" he says and for a minute she thought he just completely missed her out on purpose.
"Oh shit wait wait, I've forgotten an extremely important person" he says and the crowd scream as your face lights up the screens.
"This person is incredibly talented, you may already know her, you may not, we're thankful that she is on a break from her own tour because she has honestly saved our lives by helping out on this tour. The simply fantastic Lou!" he says, the audience go absolutely wild. She smiles widely and even lets out a laugh, especially when she hears George cheer loudly into the microphone, Ross whistle loudly and Hann do a cool guitar riff to punctuate her name.
Her eyes find Matty who to her surprise is actually smiling at her. She's surprised at his words too, convinced one of the boys must have told him what to say.
The buzz they all feel when they leave the stage after the first half is something she hasn't felt before. She loves touring with her band but this feeling is next level, her soul feels happy and she felt like she was where she was meant to be.
The rest of the show goes off without a hitch and she feels the happiest she has felt in ages. The last song rolls around and the next thing she knows, she's watching from the side stage as the boys do their bows. Ross is the first to run off stage, swooping her up into a tight hug before running off somewhere else.
George is next, picking her up and spinning her around before placing her back down.
"You were epic out there! Absolutely smashed it, thank you so much again" he says and she pulls him into another hug before he too runs off. Hann is quick to come and go, offering her a tight hug but looking for his wife is the most important thing to him and it makes her heart swell.
Her heart is then rapidly beating in her chest as she sees a sweaty Matty running towards her, the biggest smile she thinks she's ever seen resting on his lips. His shirt had been thrown into the crowd so her eyes hover over his tattoos, stopping on the "we are kings" tattoo, she can't help but bite her bottom lip at the sight.
He almost takes her out with the crushing hug he gives her.
"You..." he says, hands finding hers and pulling her into some dark corner "fuck you were amazing" he says and his words shock her, she doesn't know what to say so doesn't, not that it matters because in the next moment his lips are on hers. The kiss is different to the ones they've had before, it wasn't fueled by any argument or hatred, after all he had just hugged her and then practically fawned over her.
Her hands find his hair easily and tug making him groan loudly. She's worried about getting caught so pulls away quickly. Matty seems to understand without having to say anything. He goes to lead them somewhere else but she stops him.
"Wait a second" she says, pulling him back towards her. He towers over her, her hand still in his, they stand chest to chest and for a moment they just smile at each other.
"What's up? I'd really like to take you to my changing room and show you how thankful I am" he says, his words holding a sweet sentiment, the first she's ever heard from him, whilst also holding the dirtiest of meanings. She feels herself being hopeful, maybe it had finally changed between them.
"What you said back there? About me. Was that actually you? Or one of the guys?" she asks, needing to make sure before she let her guard down and stopped being a bitch to him. He takes offense at her words, he drops her hand and takes a step back, sighing a half chuckle as his hand runs through his hair.
"Oh it had to be one of the boys didn't it? i couldn't say a nice thing about you, that's just impossible isn't it?" he says sarcastically, "I forget, I'm the insufferable arsehole you hate so much" before he storms off, leaving her speechless in her spot.
She stands on her own for a few minutes, not knowing what to do, she thought the idea of one of the boys coming up with those kind words wasn't too unbelievable. For she had never heard Matty say a single kind word about her before.
She's quick to follow in his footsteps finding his changing room and barging in without permission. She finds him, cigarette in mouth, perched on his dressing room sofa, head in hands, she notices how he had shed his trousers and was now just adorning a pair of black boxers. His head is quick to snap up as he hears his door open and then slam shut.
"Hey you can't just fucking storm off like a child!" She shouts, he stands to his feet, stubbing out his cigarette quickly.
"Oh I'm the child am I? What about you? Fucking accusing me of getting one of the boys to write something nice about you!" He says, they're standing chest to chest now, heaving against each other, heavy breaths being caught by the other person.
"As if that's such an outlandish idea! All you do is talk shit to me AND about me Matty!" She shouts, she knows everyone outside can probably hear their conversation but she really doesn't care.
Matty has nothing left to say, she was right.
"Well I happen to think other things about you too okay!" He shouts, his own words shocking him and of course her. The confession silences both of them, they both breathe heavily, chests rising and falling against each other. They have no idea why or how they got so close, no room between them.
His fingertips smear against her cheekbone, it's soft but makes her eyes flutter shut. Her body is truly betraying her now, so they snap open in the next second and find his.
"Tell me what you think of" she all but whispers. His eyes are immediately drawn to her lips and his breath falters.
"I'd rather show you" he says, pushing his lips against hers not a second later. She gasps against them and he takes the opportunity to press his tongue against hers.
Her hands grasp his shoulders tightly, the skin is warm and sticky from being on stage but she welcomes it.
He pushes them back, directing her to the sofa he had been sat on previously. She spins them in the last instance, so when they do eventually fall against the leather, she straddles his lap and his hands grip her hips, pulling her against him.
"Fuck" he murmurs, the sound being swallowed by her awaiting lips. Her hips roll against him, not that she had much say in the matter, his hands were pushing and pulling at her hips. She gasps against him.
"If you don't want this, tell me" he says, almost sweetly, giving her an out if she truly wanted one.
"I want this" she admits, his hands fly to her skirt, pushing the fabric until it bunches at her hips, reavling her lace underwear. He groans at the sight and throws his head back against the leather seat, needing a moment.
"Thought you were going to show me what you think about" she says and his eyes find hers again.
"Trust me I'll show you" he says, voice teasing her as his hands find her thighs, grasping the skin, leaving red marks.
She rolls her hips against his again and a groan rips from his throat. His palm comes to rest against her core, flattening out against the fabric, making her gasp again, trying her hardest to keep quiet. She grabs him by the back of his neck and smears their lips together again.
"Don't tease" she murmurs against his lips.
"Want me that bad huh?" He asks, his lips stretching into a smirk against hers. She pulls her hips forward, rubbing against his cock, making him let out a strained groan, his hands gripping her hips harshly.
"Think you want it more Matty" she says.
He's quick to flip the both of them, her thighs parting to make way for him.
"Say my name again" he says, eyes somehow darkening more.
"Matthew" she says and then laughs, he can't help but smile at that, shaking his head down at her.
"You know that's not what I mean" he says. She slowly leans in, stopping when their lips are barely touching, she looks deep into his eyes before she seductively murmurs the word he wants to hear.
"Matty" he growls at that, fingertips hooking into her underwear and tugging them down, revealing her sopping centre. His lips bruise against hers and her hands push down his boxers. She breaks away to look between them, grabbing his hard, leaking member and delivering a few pumps making him fall into her neck and groan deeply.
"You're so big" she whispers into his ear, stroking his ego.
"I want you to fuck me Matty. Please fuck me" she admits and he's eyes are finding hers now.
"You're sure?" She didn't expect him to be so sweet and the thought is only making her want him more. She nods vigoursly and he takes himself from her palm.
"Fuck I don't have a condom" he admits.
"It's fine, I'm on the pill" she says, the thought of fucking her raw goes straight to his head and he quickly pushes into her. They groan in unison and she claws down his back and he bottoms out.
"Fuckkkk" he moans, drawing his hips back to snap back in, not giving her the time to adjust, not that she wanted it because the way she was feeling now was pure bliss.
"Matty" she repeats his name over and over, sending wave after wave of pleasure to his cock, somehow making him harder inside her.
"I've wanted to fuck you for so long. Shut up that bratty mouth" he says, his lips grazing hers as he speaks. He wants to tell her about all the other things he wants to do to her but his words fail him.
"Shut me up then" she says and he picks up the pace then. Hips harshly pushing back into her before pulling all the way back, delivering deep and purposeful thrusts. Her hands run down his back, gripping him harshly as he mouth falls open in a deep moan. His hand snaps over her mouth realising how loud they were being.
"Got to be quiet love" the nickname has her mewling against his palm.
"Faster" she says against his palm, the words muffled. He grips the flesh of her thighs before he begins pistoning into her, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting her gspot.
His palm has to force itself harsher onto her mouth to silence her screams as her hand covers his mouth too. His grunts were becoming too loud, the sound was so hot but she didn't need the guys hearing: George would kill them.
"You feel so good" he admits and she nods as she feels her self pulsing around him.
"Fuck love, if you keep doing that I'm going to come" he says and she lowers her hand. His lips pressing against hers in the next second.
"That's- fuck - kind of the pointttt" she moans out again as his fingers find her clit, rubbing against it, his other hand snapping back over her mouth.
White hot pleasure courses through the both of them and her legs wrap tighter around him as she clenches again.
"Are you close?" All she can do is nod in reply and he smirks at that, finally making her speechless.
"Cum for me" he says and she spasms against him, clenching around his cock, it's not long before he's following after her, hot spurts of cum coating her pulsating walls. He slows down to a steady pace, tip still hitting her gspot, his thrusts were slow and deep and she feels herself grasping him tightly, not wanting him to leave quite yet.
The moment was oddly intimate and despite this, neither of them hated it.
"I've wanted you for some long" he confesses again, this time his words sound different, almost hold a different meaning.
"Matty" she sighs, pushing against him making him halt his movements, suddenly overstimulated.
His eyes look into hers as he pulls out and they both groan at the filling. She feels empty without him inside her and she finds herself uncomfortable with the idea of that. He quickly finds something to clean them up with and it's all too sweet for her liking.
"You good? Can I get you anything?" He asks kindly.
"Why are you being nice to me? Just because we fucked, doesn't change anything. I still hate you" she hates her words but she needs to say them to protect herself.
"Here we go again... I can't possibly be nice to you can I?" His usual tone is back again and she unknowingly rolls her eyes.
"Stop rolling your fucking eyes" he then says and she chuckles.
"You can tell me what to do, you're not my boyfriend" her words are harsh and cruel and he finds himself getting annoyed at her again.
"No I'm not. I'm just the guy who had you begging to fuck you and now you're the bitch again" he says, his words equally as harsh.
"Fuck you" she says, gathering her clothes, quickly getting changed before storming out.
"You always have to fuck it up dont you Healy?" He asks himself, hand rummaging through his hair as his leans back against the sofa.
"Fuck" he snaps at himself, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it quickly.
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Unrequited love? - Matty Healy
Part 5 of Unrequited love...
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Y/n had been working all morning as a way to silence her anxiety. The boys left almost one month ago, almost a week ago she started to miss them even more. Y/n was happy for them, doing what they love most, but also she worried about them overworking themselves, especially Matty. He always wanted to give his best at every single concert.
During those weeks apart, Y/n and Matty found time to talk regularly, even with the different time zones getting in the way. From a few weeks prior, she noticed he wasn’t doing entirely fine, even when he tried time and time again to reassure Y/n. She knew best.
Y/n moved rhythmically her legs, she couldn’t keep herself still. The coffee she drank before work wasn’t helping at all to ease her nerves. Her stomach twisted with the mere thought of Matty not doing okay and lying to her.
Matty usually shared with her his deepest thoughts. Although, every time they were miles and miles apart he formed a facade so Y/n didn’t worry about him. This wasn’t the first time.
That’s why Y/n chose to test another way, the plan B. As soon as she woke up, Y/n sent a text to George saying she needed to ask him something. He agreed to it, but first they had the soundcheck. Y/n had been counting the minutes for his call to came through.
Y/n was in the middle of replying to an email, when her phone started to vibrate on her desk. Like a reflex move, Y/n picked it up. She told a lame excuse to her coworker and ran to the bathroom.
“Hi.” Y/n answered the call, locking the door behind her.
“Hi, Y/n/n!” George greeted her. There were no more sounds than his voice coming from his side, he was probably in some room alone. “How are you?”
Y/n bit her nails, thinking a good way to ask him. “I’m good, G. How are you?”
“Me or Matty?” he teased her.
“Both.”
G dropped his joking tone, noticing Y/n was worried. “I’m good…” George said, suspiciously.
“How is he? Tell me the truth, G. I know he’s lying to me.” Y/n almost begged.
Y/n’s heart picked up when George took his time to answer. He was thinking really hard about his next words, which alerted Y/n.
George let a bit breathe out, “He’s not doing fine, I’m sorry to tell you…”
“How bad?”
“Um, jet lag is taking the best of us all, we landed safely, but he had problems to check in at the hotel. Fans are outside the hotel and some are guests as well. Add to the mix, all the shit they’re talking about him.”
“Shit George.”
Y/n was ashamed to admit she had spent hours scrolling through TikTok and Instagram, reading comments. She wasn’t oblivious to the fact that most of those hating him and saying an entire spectrum of insults weren’t fans. Although she was sure Matty read those. None of them knew the true Matty, and her heart swell with him reading those lies.
“I know, I’m trying my best to help him but…I feel like I’m not doing enough-” George admitted out loud for him and for Y/n.
“That’s not true!”
The boys –and the whole crew in reality– functioned as a group, as a family, and they care a lot for each other. Y/n was sure they were doing the absolutely best to help Matty.
“I’m not so sure, Y/n.”
“George, I bet all of you…are doing your absolutely best. Not only to support him, but all the band as well.” she reassured him.
“Yeah…but he’s my best mate, I feel the need to do more…”
“What else could you do?”
“There’s something I’d been thinking about.” his tone made her pulse jump.
“Okay?”
George went straight to the point, “I think you should come.”
“You think that would help? I’d love to, but-“
G cut her short. “He listens to you, Y/n.” he was right, but she had a few doubts this time.
“May I remind you that he’s lying to me about all of this?” Y/n protested.
“Because he knows you would worry, as you’re doing.” G was right time again.
“Yeah, he’s my best-“
“Bullshit.” he was reaching a new point of annoy with Matty and Y/n dancing around each other.
“Shut up, George.” Y/n was way too busy worrying to think about her feelings.
“Okay, that’s another conversation.” George gave her that. “I’m begging, not asking, literally begging for you to come. I’ll pay the ticket-“ he continued with his position.
“Okay, okay…you don’t need to beg or tell me twice. Let me see when I can-“ Y/n said, thinking how to move things around with work to travel as soon as she can.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” George chanted.
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Y/n walked through the halls of the fancy hotel room, with the boys hot on her heels. They already told her the number of room he was staying, so she was heading there.
Once she found it, Y/n stopped in front of the door. She lifted her hand on a fist, ready to knock, but something stopped her.
She glanced behind her, founding the three grown up men expecting her next action.
“Do you mind?” Y/n asked, trying to suppress a smile.
“Oh!” Ross opened his eyes wide.
Adam’s cheeks turning red, grabbing Ross and George by the arm to drag them far away. “Sorry!”
Y/n shook her head, returning her sight to the door’s number.
“Good luck!” she heard George’s voice far from her.
Y/n laughed, muttering, “Boys.”
With the only thought occupying her mind about Matty being at the other side, she knocked strongly once.
“Yes?” Matty wondered from the other side.
Y/n couldn’t help to smile, “Me.” she simply said, hoping that he understood who she was.
The door swung open, revealing the curly boy standing with a surprised expression. He was staring at her form, trying to understand if she was a product of his imagination or Y/n was in fact standing there.
“What are you doing here?” Matty managed to ask.
Y/n took his appearance in. Matty had his hair pointing to every single angle possible, his chest was bare, his tattoos in all its glory, and he was only wearing sweatpants hanging low.
“Hello to you too, Healy!” she joked about his greeting.
Before Y/n could move a muscle, Matty engulfed her in a hug. Her body stiff at first after the sudden movement, even though she immediately melted inside his arms.
“Oh, baby…” Y/n exclaimed. Letting her hands rest on his back, caressing the skin there softly.
“Are you really here?” Matty whispered from her neck.
She comforted him, “I am.”
“You talked with the boys?”
“George.” Y/n only mentioned his bandmate name.
“Mmm.”
The sound of people leaving one room at the end of the hall, startled Y/n.
“I think it’s better if we get inside…” Y/n suggested.
Matty showed his face again, staring at her eyes, “Sorry.”
Y/n felt how Matty took her hand on one hand and the handle of her bag on the other.
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Without letting go of her hand, Matty took Y/n directly to the balcony. The small space was occupied by a nice outside couch with room for both of them.
Y/n was laying with Matty’s back facing her front, he was between her spread legs with his head resting on her chest. His messy curls were temping enough for her to run her hands through them.
They had fallen into a comfortable silence after Y/n told him all about her journey to get there. Making big gestures and mimicking some old lady being annoying, she wanted to cheer Matty up, and it was working.
“Feeling better?” Y/n asked, looking down at his face. Matty had his eyes closed, enjoying her touch.
“So much better.” he admitted.
“Am I that powerful?”
Matty was too gone to suppress his words from coming out, “You know you have that power over me.”
Y/n wasn’t sure what to say about it. She tried to joke as a way out, “I think Adam has more power over you.”
“Nah.”
Y/n though about the long month apart, Matty was her best friend before anything else. He was a constant in her life, and every time he had to leave it broke her. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too, darling.” Matty glanced up to her face, without moving from his spot.
“Are you going to spill what’s going on inside this little ratty head?” Y/n titled her head, staring at his beautiful eyes.
Matty couldn’t maintain it, his face facing away from her. “My head is not little.” he pouted.
“Matty-“
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…” he touched the side of her leg, distracting himself from the unsettling feelings inside him.
“It’s okay, Matty.” Y/n said caring. “I’m here now, you can tell me.”
“It’s been all…a lot.”
“What do you mean by all?”
“The travelling, the aeroplanes, the hotels, the time zones, the concerts, media coverage and…” he stopped suddenly.
“And?”
“And you were at the other side of the world.” Matty mumbled, feeling embarrassed. He hated himself to sound like such an idiot, such a child.
“Home it’s not that far…” Y/n tried.
“It was…now you’re here.” Matty said. Saying those words calmed him more than he was able to admit.
“Matty-“
He continued without stopping for a single minute, “I’ve been thinking about your birthday…and the evening before I left.” he let Y/n know.
“Why?” Y/n let her hands travel from his hair to his chest.
Matty shivered under her touch. “You know why.”
“No, tell me.” she encouraged him, tracing the lines of the tattoo adoring the centre of his chest.
“I think it is obvious.” Matty was scared to speak everything going inside his head. He wanted to tell her, but the rational part of his brain was trying to stop him.
“No.” Y/n tried to keep an external collected look, messing a little with him.
“You just want me to say it…” Matty groaned, hiding his face behind his hands.
Y/n let her face buried inside his hair. “Maybe.”
“Little shit!” Matty stated, turning around inside her arms.
Y/n gasped at his words, “What did you just call me?” her eyes were wide open as well as her mouth.
Matty stared at her eyes, placing his hands on her hips, pinning Y/n on the couch. “I’ve been thinking about every single time we almost…” he said with his voice lowering a tone.
“Almost?” Y/n couldn’t help herself to keep messing with him.
“You’re enjoying this way too much.” Matty exposed her, slowly approaching his face.
Y/n moved around, so her body was resting fully on the couch. “Finish your sentence, Healy.” she dared him.
“We almost kiss.” Matty stopped at half way.
“And what you think about it?” Y/n traced the skin from his strong arms to his neck slowly, grabbing his curls when she reached her destination.
“Did you want me- want me to-“ Matty stuttering, distracted by her hands.
“Yes.” Y/n said, directly to his eyes.
Matty lowered another inch, “I didn’t finish.”
“Oh, sorry.”
“Did you really wanted to kiss me?” Matty inquired.
The singer let his whole body rest on top of hers, trying not to crush Y/n at the same time. Their foreheads were directly touching. Feeling him so close was a pleasure she never felt with someone else. Y/n breath deeply.
“Matty-”
“Because I’ve been dying to kiss you.“ Matty openly confessed, wetting his lips drawing her attention to them.
Y/n brought him down all the way, finally kissing him. Matty let his right-hand travel to hold her jaw while his lips attack Y/n’s. The tempo of the kiss was rather slow and calm, although Y/n felt how her entire body was burning up.
Matty pushed up, detaching his lips, when he felt the lack of air. Y/n opened her eyes slowly.
“Yes, I might have been thinking about it a lot lately.” she replied to his earlier question.
“Y/n.” Matty whispered, feeling like everything was a little better after kissing her. “You really mean it?” he needed to be sure, Matty needed her to tell him.
“Matty Healy is feeling insecure because of…me?” Y/n brushed their noses slowly.
Matty frowned, “I swear…”
Y/n took advantaged, chuckling, pecking his lips a couple of times repeatedly. “I do, Matty. I didn’t though you felt the same way.” Y/n bit her lips, without looking at his eyes.
“There's no one else.”
“I bet there’s a long line of girls waiting-“
“You know how I mean it, Y/n.” Matty tried to soothe her worries.
Y/n dared to return her sight to his hazelnut eyes. “I do.”
“What about you?”
She furrowed her eyes, trying to get what he was asking, “What?”
“What about John?” Matty tested the waters. The pink tone appearing at his cheeks made her chuckled.
“What about him?” Y/n touched his rosy cheeks.
Matty plopped down, hiding his face on her neck, “Are you a thing…went out with the twat?”
He waited for her answer with his heart in his hand. Feeling immediately better when Y/n spoke.
“No, I never replied when he asked me out.”
Matty laugh, making her neck tickled. “Baby, that’s mean!” him calling her that warmed her inside.
“I was hooked up with someone else. Sorry!” Y/n stated, making Matty come from his hiding spot.
“How’s the lucky man?” he wiggled his eyebrows.
“You and the man thing.” Y/n placed her hand on his face, pushing delicately. Matty blew a raspberry on her palm, so she took it out.
“So, I am the one you fell for?” Matty smirked, returning to be inches away from her lips.
“Don’t be so smugly, Healy.” Y/n turned her face to a side, feeling shy.
Matty drew a path of kisses from her neck towards her cheek. “No one is going to stop me. I just kiss, for the first time, the girl I lo- like…nothing is stopping me!”
“Such a boy.” Y/n returned her attention to his loving eyes.
Matty faked being offended by her words once more, “Take that back.”
“Make me.” she dared him.
“Oh, I will, sweetheart!”
Matty started to tickled her sides until she was a mess under him. They returned to kiss once more when she calmed down. Y/n thought she could get used to kiss him, and Matty was aware he was already addicted to her taste.
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HANDS
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The man in the moon
17.02.2024 | Manchester, UK, N1
📷 - something-bout-the-weather
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TOUCH STARVED
He loves touching his missus.
Matty didn't look or seem like someone who craves physical touch. But he really does, and when I say that I mean physical touch from his missus. Oh my God, he can't get enough of her. He yearns for the feeling of warmth and affection that can only come from another person's touch. He is touch starved, and he knows it. It's something he's been aware of for a while now, but he's never been able to find someone who is willing to provide him with the kind of touch he so desperately needs.
That is, until he met Y/N. His lovely missus as mentioned earlier. From the moment they first met, he was drawn to her. There was something about her that made him feel at ease, like he could be himself around her. And when she touched him for the first time, it was like a wave of relief washed over him. He finally had someone who understood his need for touch.
He finds solace in the warmth of Y/N's touch, and she has become his go-to source for physical affection. Whenever Y/N runs her fingers through Matty's hair, he feels like he's in a state of bliss. The sensation is so comforting that he melts into her touch and practically collapses onto her. The moment he feels Y/N‘s fingers thread through his curls, he feels like he's in heaven. He can feel the tension in his body melting away as she massages his scalp. He leans into her touch, It's almost as if Matty is purring like a kitten, reveling in the comfort and security that Y/N's touch brings him. It's a moment of complete vulnerability and trust, one that he only shares with the person he trusts the most and he never wants it to end.
But it's not just the touch of her fingers in his hair that Matty loves. He also adores it when Y/N absentmindedly rubs his back, shoulders, literally anywhere on his body, as it's those little moments of affection that mean the world to him. They make him feel loved and cared for, like he's not alone in the world. Her gentle touch sends shivers down his spine, and he can't help but close his eyes and savor the moment. He loves the way her hand feels against his skin, and he never wants that to end either.
Even when Y/N walks past him and lightly brushes against him, Matty's heart skips a beat. He can feel the electricity of her touch coursing through his veins, and it's like he's been given a jolt of energy. He loves the little beats of physical contact that he shares with Y/N, and he cherishes each and every one of them.
Matty knows that not everyone understands his need for touch. Some people might think it's weird or clingy. But with Y/N, he doesn't have to worry about any of that. She gets him in a way that no one else ever has. And for that, he is eternally grateful.
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Chicken Shop Date - Part 10 Teaser
A/N: happy birthday Matty!!!!! to celebrate our favourite curly headed lad today, @imagine-that-100 and I have decided to give you a little teaser of part 10. it's slowly but surely coming together and we hope you enjoy this little taste of it! thank yous for being so patient and lovely, we love you lots and we're sending everyone lots of hugs xx
~*~*~*~ 25th February 2023 ~*~*~*~
“So sorry we’re late. We’re finally here.” You unlock the door to your Mum and Dad’s house with Matty in tow.
The only thing that’s gone right on your trip here is that you both made it into the car and you both had the bright idea of getting ready for your family party before you set off. Other than that, it’s been a bit of a mess.
First, after 5 minutes of driving away from Matty’s house, you both forgot your bags which you packed for the next few days of your stay at your parents so you had to go back to grab them. Then you kept on getting every red light you came across, followed by a standstill on the motorway which was 45 minutes of you and Matty singing 2000s bangers interrupted by each of you occasionally complaining about how long you’d been waiting in traffic.
Needless to say, parking up at your parents house was just that bit of comfort you needed after a shit journey. Though by the slight bit of worry you can detect on Matty’s face you feel that he may not be quite as comforted as this is the first time he’s meeting your parents.
He’s only briefly caught your Mum on FaceTime before now and it was just a quick conversation that you cut short because your Mum was about to embarrass you. But he’s yet to meet your dad and you know he’s nervous despite him having no reason to be.
“You’re fine, it’s better if we’re fashionably late anyway. Come in, come in.” You Mum shouts as she rushes to the door and practically all but shoves you out of the way after giving you possibly the quickest hug and peck to the cheek.
Clearly, her eyes are set on a certain someone else.
Your boyfriend manages to get his greeting in there first once you step to the side to watch the encounter. Matty smiles brightly, putting your bags down in the hall as he says, “Hey, so so nice to finally meet you.”
“Matty,” Your Mum’s grin is huge as she welcomes him with open arms, “So lovely to meet you properly.”
Being the teddy bear that he is, Matty isn’t phased by the hug in the slightest and he happily returns it, giving your Mum a tight squeeze as if relishing in the hug of another mother figure. It seems your Mum's grin is infectious because Matty’s is now just as big as he tells her, “So lovely to meet you in person. FaceTime isn’t the same. You’re even more gorgeous in real life.”
Your Mum starts laughing as they release each other from the embrace. “Flattery gets you everywhere in this house, you’re going to fit right in.” She pulls your boyfriend inside, like he isn’t being dragged when she says, “Please come in.”
Matty smiles at you on his way in, clearly having calmed down a little after realising you weren’t lying when you said that your Mum was lovely. You adore him for being nervous though, God knows if you weren’t badly jet lagged and emotional the day you met Denise, you would have been just as, if not more worried than when you met Tim.
Your Mum leads Matty straight into the kitchen leaving you to put both your bags at the bottom of the stairs out of the way, and you head to your lounge to see your Dad with a beer already in hand and he’s on his feet offering you a hug immediately. There’s a gin on the side so it’s great to see that they have had pre-drinks while they’ve been waiting for you to arrive and not sat hating you for being late.
After pleasantries are exchanged and you’ve given him a hug, he asks you. “Was the trip over okay?”
“Yeah it was good despite the traffic, thank you Dad.” You smile, picking up your Mum’s gin and smelling it quickly before you have a sip.
Ooooo parmaviolet gin. Stunning!
Putting the glass back down quickly, you nod towards the door and ask your father, “Come meet Matty?”
Your Dad looks entirely too smug as he asks, ”Do I pretend like I haven’t seen his face on your bedroom wall since you were a teenager?”
God that’s a whole different can of worms you’ll have to sort out when you get home later. Take the posters down, number 1 on the priority list.
”No, he knows I was a fan. But please don’t embarrass me.” You all but beg, even showing him some puppy dog eyes as you reiterate, “Please.”
“I make no promises.” Your Dad smiles teasingly and slight dread seeps into your system.
Even though you're slightly more than half certain he’s just trying to wind you up, you say, “Dad.” sternly.
Instead of easing your worries, your father just pulls you into another hug, and he kisses the top of your head before saying softly, “Good to have you home.”
You’re about to tell him you’re happy to be back, but before you can your Mum comes into the lounge with your boyfriend in tow. Immediately a smile finds its way to your lips, just because you can see his gorgeous face again but also because he’s clearly made friends with your Mum already as he’s got one of her precious gin glasses in hand which means he’s already won her over. You’re lucky if you even get one of those crystal gin glasses.
Your boyfriend’s grin only gets bigger when he properly greets your Dad, offering him a handshake.
As your father takes his hand, he asks knowingly, ”Did she make you drive Matty?”
”No, I offered,” Matty chuckles a little before he explains, “And I’ve not insured her on my car yet… But when I do that, I’ll make sure she drives next time.”
Matty glances at you all amused because you’ve told him in the past how you’re not too confident about driving around central London which is why you don’t have a car at your flat. The little bitch just likes teasing you about it, and from this alone you know him and your Dad will get on just fine because your Dad’s made the same joke in the past.
”Good man.” Your father chuckles, “Nice to meet you.”
After introductions are out of the way and you’re all settled with drinks in hand, Matty seems to relax right in and you’re really pleased because you knew he was nervous to meet your parents even though you told him there was no need to be. Regardless, you’re so happy he fits in seamlessly, and is doing God's work by entertaining all of your Mum’s silly questions.
But it’s when there’s a slight lull in conversation that your father takes the opportunity to ask a question you wish never left his lips.
Your Dad looks all proud of himself after he takes a sip of beer and asks, “Has my daughter ever told you about the time that she screamed and started crying when you announced you were releasing your second album?”
“Oh my god, STOP!” You yell before hiding yourself in your hands all the while Matty’s giggle fills the room.
“Ha, no she hasn’t but I’d love to hear all stories like that.” You hear your boyfriend say and you're already shaking your head.
“No, you don’t.” You say sternly, still hiding your now burning face.
Your Dad just laughs and ignores you as he tells Matty, “Oh there’s hundreds, I’ll tell you when she’s not here to tell me off.”
The whine of pain that leaves your lips has the room laughing, and Matty rubs your back for a second to silently tell you not to be embarrassed. If anything he’s grateful for your obsession with his music because it led to him being here with you right now and he wouldn’t change that for the world. No matter how obsessed you may be.
You take a second to compose yourself before you uncover your hot face and look directly at the culprit. “Dad,” You shoot him a pointed look that both him and your Mum start chuckling at, “Thought I just said don’t embarrass me.”
“Sorry sweetheart, but I can’t promise anything when you bring the man home who we’ve been shown pictures of since you were a teenager.” Your Dad drops you in it again and all you can do is look to the ground and sigh.
“It’s going to be a very long night.” You mumble before you take a long sip of your gin.
And something tells you that you’re not going to be wrong.
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Matty is stiff in his seat next to you in the taxi as you make your way to the venue where your family gathering is. As nerve wracking as it was to meet your parents, he recognises that it’s gone well, but the prospect of now going to a place where he’s not only going to meet but interact with your entire family for hours, has him shitting bricks.
His breathing becomes shallow as he bounces his knee and fiddles with his fingers, and he doesn’t even notice he’s doing all that since he’s lost staring space. His thoughts are as all over the place as his fidgeting, trying to remember names you’ve thrown around or little details about your aunties and uncles that he could use to make a good impression.
You’re thankful you don’t fail to notice his clear signs of restlessness showing through. You almost coo aloud because you find it so adorable that he’s this nervous about meeting your family. Maybe you should mention they already adore him because you have never kept your love for the band from them, so basically everyone already knows who he is.
If anyone should be scared of things potentially going against them, it’s you who should be worried. God knows all the shit your family could say to him to embarrass you. Your parents have already tried their hand, but you know there’s so much more that everyone else could say.
Before you can even begin to make a list of all the possibilities, your hand rests over his restlessly bouncing knee. You gently rub his thigh as you send a smile his way, quietly telling him, “You’re going to be fine.”
His leg stops moving and though his hands freeze over his lap, his gaze falls on you and you can just read the worry on his face.
Bringing a hand up to cup his face, you rub his cheek softly and assure him, “They’ll love you.”
Just as much as I do, you want to add but you don’t think it’s the best time to say it. You just hope he can read it in your eyes, because your chest hurts with the amount of love you have for him and it shines on your face when you look at him.
He nods faintly and leans in to steal a quick kiss. “I trust you,” he mumbles against your lips before pressing a kiss to your cheek and finally settling in his seat.
His fingers intertwine with yours and he squeezes your hand before resting it over his thigh. Looking down at your joined hands makes you sigh in content, and you end up resting your head on his shoulder with the stupidest smile on his face.
Matty lets your warmth calm him down and soon he forgets where you’re going for all he can think of is how nice you smell and how soft your skin feels under his calloused fingers, how cute you look in this dress and how he could go an eternity with you pressed against his side like this.
When the car stops, you pick your head up and, just like your parents, thank the driver before exiting the taxi. You turn to look at Matty and see his nerves washing over him again, but you walk up to him and brush his curls back before kissing him softly and quickly in reassurance.
Though it really doesn’t help when your dad says, “Come on, let's throw you into the belly of the beast Matty.”
Matty chuckles quietly, and though he puts on a cool, unbothered expression, the way he squeezes your hand gives him away. He clears his throat before saying, ”You surely can’t be all that bad.”
Your dad snorts menacingly, knowing exactly what’s to be expected on the other side of the door, ”You’ll be eating your words soon.”
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A/N: We hope you liked that! We're so excited to keep on writing, time just isn't on our side most of the time but we're trying to make it work. Thanks again for all the love! xx
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♫ 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 ♫
Bestfriend!Matty Healy x Reader
❥ A/N: This is my first ever post!!! I really hope u guys like it, don't mind my awful grammar and my lack of knowledge on smoking weed🤞😖
❥ Synopsis: After a successful gig, Matty takes pleasure in your hospitality, settling in your apartment for the night. After a few passes of a spliff you somehow acquired, secrets between you and Matty begin to surface. A hazy night in between gigs alters your relationship with Matty eternally.
❥ Warnings: friends to lovers trope, smoking, flirting, cuddling, kissing, suggestive touching
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"Ahh…that was crazy, did you see their faces?!" Matty reminisces on the reactions of the crowd during the band’s gig, relieved to see you enjoyed it too. You both continue walking together, your steps in sync, until you finally reach your apartment. “Thanks for letting me stay the night,” Matty smiles down at you appreciatively. You grin up at him, glad to finally spend some time with him in the middle of tour.
You practically rush inside, an idea popping into your head. You place your bag on the coffee table, taking off your shoes as you tumble over to a basket that lies hidden in the corner of your living room. "What's that all about?" Matty chuckles curiously as he locks the door behind him, kicking off his shoes. He watches as you fumble around in the basket, wondering what could be so interesting inside. You grin up at him, slowly pulling a spliff out of the basket and waving it up at him. Smoking weed was a habit of yours that not very many people knew of, not even Matty.
“Ahh," Matty says, a surprised look crossing his face. "You smoke weed?" He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "I guess there's always something new to learn about you." You smile at him, pulling out a lighter from the basket as well. You plop yourself onto the couch, lighting the spliff.
“Ya' like some company?" Matty asks, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside you. He leans back, watching you with curious eyes as you light up. You laugh as you breathe out a cloud of smoke, offering him the spliff, your eyebrow flicking up. Matty takes the spliff from you, placing it between his lips. He inhales deeply, holding the smoke in for a moment before exhaling slowly. His eyes close as he savors the taste of the smoke. You place your legs up on the couch, hugging your knees as you admire the sight before you.
Matty glances at you, his heart racing as he takes another hit from the spliff. He hands it back to you, his body tingling with an odd mix of pleasure and anxiety. The smell of cannabis fills the air between you two, making the already intimate situation even more so. You take another hit, humming as you exhale,
"You're so perfect at doing literally anything...it's not fair." You pout, leaning closer to Matty. Matty can't hide his pleasure as he feels your body move closer. His gaze lingers on your lips, his heart racing in his chest.
"I could say the same about you," Matty replies softly, his voice barely above a whisper. You place the spliff in his mouth, lightly kissing his cheek as you do so.
"What a charmer," you mumble into his ear, already feeling the effects of the weed. Matty moans softly as you place the spliff in his mouth, his body shuddering from the kiss.
"You have no idea..." He whispers back, his voice thick with desire. "You make me so weak..." Your eyes widen in fascination at his words, reaching out and tracing his face with your finger. Matty leans into your touch, his breathing growing heavier as your finger trails across his face. His heart races as you continue to stare at him, your gaze connected for what seems like an eternity. He cannot believe how much he wants you right now.
"Have I ever told you that you're really pretty?" You slur, smiling up at Matty. Your hazy mind bringing forward old thoughts of how you used to fancy Matty, the feeling never really leaving in the first place. Your eyes trail along his face, taking in his chocolate brown eyes, ones that always stare sweetly into yours, his matching chocolate curls, perfectly spilling onto his face. Your eyes slowly trail down to his lips, pursed and open just enough to see his ivories.
“N-no," Matty stutters, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment. "You haven't." He looks into your eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. This is it, he thinks. The moment he's been waiting for.
"Well, you are." You grin cheekily at Matty, taking the spliff from his hand and inhaling its smoke deeply.
“I.." Matty trails off, his mind reeling from your words and the effects of the weed. He can't believe you just admitted you find him attractive. It's enough to make his knees weak.
"What?" You giggle, blowing smoke out of your nose as you look at him, mockingly puzzled. Matty chuckles nervously at your question.
"Nothing," he says, shaking his head slightly. His heart races as he watches you blow smoke out of your nose; it's both sexy and slightly amusing to him. You shuffle closer, placing the spliff between Matty's lips,
"Go on," you coax him, "I wanna try something." grinning at him, hoping he'll comply. Taking a deep breath, Matty closes his eyes and inhales the smoke from the spliff. As he does so, he feels an unexpected surge of desire. His heart beats harder in his chest, and he opens his eyes to meet yours again.
You cup Matty's face with your hands, softly pressing your lips against his as you inhale the smoke out of his mouth and into yours, shotgunning the toke. Matty lets out a soft moan against your lips, the feeling of the smoke leaving his lungs and entering yours sends a wave of pleasure through his body. He drops the joint into a tray on the coffee table, his hands finding their way to your hips, holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping him grounded. You pull away, exhaling the smoke.
"That was hot," You chuckle nonchalantly, smiling at Matty like everything was normal, but it wasn't. Matty exhales slowly, the lingering taste of marijuana still in his mouth. His mind is reeling with overwhelming desire, but he tries his hardest to keep his emotions in check.
"Yeah, it was," he manages to say, trying to sound casual. Your eyes trail down to your hips, feeling a slight warmth enveloping them, Matty's hands still resting there. You look back up at Matty, giving him a teasing stare. Matty's heart skips a beat as he meets your gaze. The look in your eyes sends shivers down his spine and ignites a fire within him. He swallows hard, his fingers tightening slightly on your hips. "What're you thinking about?" he asks softly. You smile softly at his gesture, scooting closer on the couch.
"You." You flash your eyes at him, sincerity in your stare. Matty feels his cheeks heat up at your teasing confession. His heart races even faster now, his breathing shallow. He looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of what he thinks might be there-an attraction, a desire.
"Y-you know," Your brow flickers up at Matty, waiting for him to continue. “You're really beautiful," he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've wanted to tell you that for so long." You blush and look away, but Matty is still caught in your gaze. He leans closer, your bodies brushing against each other. His heart is pounding in his chest as he wonders how you'll react to his next words. "Have you ever thought about us?" Your gaze quickly flickers back to his, your eyes searching his face, trying to read him.
"Maybe.." You cheekily grin, resting your head in your palm.
"Maybe?" Matty repeats, smiling softly. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. "I think about us all the time," he confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've wanted this for so long." His eyes search yours, desperately waiting for a response.
"Really?" You mumble in shock, your face flushing with hope as you admire Matty.
"Really," Matty confirms, his heart racing. "I know we've been friends for a really long time, b-but I can't help how I feel." He looks up at you, truly admiring you for the first time. The way you look back at him, the spark in your eyes... You hesitate, unsure of how to express your feelings. Matty's heart beats faster as he awaits your answer. He bites his lip nervously, wondering if you feel the same way he does. "Did you ever have any idea?" he asks softly, his eyes pleading for the truth. You attempt to hold back a grin, your mind flickering back to all of the times Matty got a little too close, and acted a little more than friendly.
"Kind of," you smile to yourself. Matty's breath catches in his throat as he hears your response. His heart swells with hope.
"Really?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. He leans forward slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of deception or doubt.
"Well I mean, you made it kinda obvious." You giggle, your eyelashes fluttering tauntingly. Matty's face turns a shade of red, a mix of embarrassment and flattery. He chuckles nervously, running a hand through his hair.
"I guess I did, huh?" He takes a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. "So..." Your ears perk up, listening intently for Matty's next words. Matty's heart beats faster as he leans closer to you. He takes another deep breath, his gaze locked onto yours. "Do you think... maybe we should try something?" he whispers, his voice low and intense.
"I think I'd like that," You grin at Matty, laying your legs across his.
“Actually?" Matty asks, his eyes wide with disbelief. "I've always dreamed about this moment." He smiles shyly, leaning closer to you. His heart races as he waits for your next move. You chuckle lightly at his comment,
"You're such a dork," you tease before pressing your lips to his, running your hands through his curls. Matty's eyes widen, responding eagerly, his hands sliding up your back. As the kiss deepens, he groans softly into your mouth. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, tightening your grip on his hair. Matty moans softly against your lips, his body trembling slightly. His free hand moves to rest on your leg, slowly trailing upward. He breaks the kiss for a moment to catch his breath, his eyes still locked onto yours, "God, I've wanted this for so long,"
"Me too..." You admit, your hot breath huffing against Matty's swollen lips. A hazy, satisfied smile begins to spread across Matty's face as he leans in to resume the heated kiss. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you onto his lap.
"I don't want to wait anymore," he whispers, reaching down to slide his hands up your shirt. "Shit," you mumble, shivering under his touch.
"Is that a good shit?" Matty chuckles breathlessly, his eyes shining with excitement. He leans in, kissing you softly on the neck as he slides his hand under the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing the shape of your hipbone. You grin at his frequently used phrase, nodding lightly as your hands slide down his shoulders. "I love how soft you are," Matty whispers, his breath tickling your ear. He moves one hand to rest on your stomach, the other still tracing slow circles on your hip. "I want this to last forever."
"Me too," you smile softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you rest your head on his shoulder.
"Can I ask you something?" Matty says, his breath warm against your skin. "Is it okay if... if we just take things slow and see what happens?" He hesitates, unsure if he's reading the situation correctly. “I could just stay like this forever.”
"I'd like that," You smile against his skin, relishing in his company. Matty smiles slowly, leaning back to look at your face, his eyes locked on yours.
"Good," he says softly, leaning in to kiss you again. This time, his lips are gentle and exploratory, as if he's tasting you for the first time. You cradle Matty's face in your hands, your thumbs brushing along his cheekbones. Matty moans softly into the kiss, his fingers digging slightly into your sides. He deepens the kiss, pushing his tongue against your lips, eager to taste more of you. His free hand slides up your back, gently massaging the skin between your shoulder blades. You relish in the warmth of Matty before pulling back, catching your breath as you say,
"We should probably get to sleep since you've got another show tomorrow." You turn to check your phone, the time reading 1:02 am. Matty pants softly, his eyes closed and his chest heaving as he catches his breath.
"You're right," he agrees, his hand moving to slip under your shirt again. "But can we... can we sleep like this?" You grin down at him, pinching his cheek as you giggle,
"Of course we can." You retreat off his lap, quickly shuffling over to a small basket near the TV, and grabbing a couple of pillows and a blanket.
“Perfect," Matty breathes out, eyeing your form as you gather the pillows and blanket. He scoots back, making enough space for you to crawl onto the couch with him. As soon as you're settled, he wraps his arms around you, spooning you from behind.
"G'night," you mumble, smiling to yourself at the turn of events tonight.
"Night, beautiful." Matty murmurs against your hair, already starting to fall asleep. His chest rises and falls slowly with each breath, his arm tightening around you as he drifts off to sleep. Shortly, the comforting atmosphere slowly lulls you to sleep, the sound of Matty's soft breathing being the last thing you hear before you doze off.
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WE GET MARRIED ( IN OUR HEADS ) // matty healy x reader
PART ONE
• proposal!!
• i am going to write the actual wedding in part two ‼️
• enjoy 💗
i listened to this song while writing ❤️
Your vacation in Greece had been a dream, everyday spent with Matty and filled with loads of new experiences and memories you know you’ll cherish forever. One of your favourites being when you went turtle spotting, and Matty couldn’t help but be mesmerised by the way your face lit up whenever you saw one stick it’s head out of the clear blue water.
So naturally, when you woke up on your last full day, it was bittersweet. Despite the fact it was just like all the other days - waking up in your boyfriends arms, in a beautiful hotel, the sea view window’s light beaming in brightly, making you groan slightly as you adjust to the brightness.
“Morning, love.” You hear his voice, accompanied with a little snigger.
You tilt your chin up to look at him, as he was sat up and sat on his phone.
“Morning.” You smile, and he puts his phone down to put his full attention on you, as always.
A hand rakes through your hair, before tucking the loose strands behind your ears.
You sit up to match his height, so you don’t have keep straining your neck to look at him. You sigh as you do so. “I can’t believe we’re leaving tomorrow.”
“I know, but we’ve been here for like… i don’t know. Ages? We’ve literally done almost everything we can do here. And i guess it’ll nice to be at home again.”
“Yeah. Yeah, no, you’re right.”
“I know i am.” He shrugs, earning him a swat on the arm.
“Oh, yeah, i miss our babies.” You pout and put your head on his shoulder.
“Our dog and two cats?”
“Do you think they miss us too?” Your chin lifts to make eye contact again.
“I’m sure they do, babe.” He giggles, leaning in and kissing your lips sweetly.
“Matty! That’s disgusting, morning breath.” You pull yourself away, manoeuvring to the edge of the bed to sit up.
“You know i’d kiss you with all the morning breath in the world!” He calls out as you walk over to the bathroom.
“Never say anything like that again.” You lean against the door frame, looking at him on the bed. You wonder how he always looks so good in the morning, hair tousled messily, curls all over the place, and eyes still drowsy.
“Wow, okay. Just trying to be romantic, but i guess you don’t want me.”
You laugh loudly as you turn on the bathroom light, your reflection in the large mirror the first thing you see. You smile to yourself as you stand there, in his shirt. A reminder that this is real.
“What’re we doing tonight?” You ask as you rummage through all your products you brought with you, only about 3 of them being Matty’s.
He hesitates, before speaking, but you think nothing of it. “Not much, think i booked that boat thing for today you wanted to do at 2pm. That’ll be a few hours, we’ll probably just go to the beach after. Then i’m taking you on a date tonight.”
“A date?” You grin, “what’s the special occasion?”
“Nothing much.” Your brushing your teeth when he answers, so you don’t see the look on his face, the sly and knowing smirk he always has when he’s hiding something exciting.
That evening, you walk together to the date, as hotel was near the restaurant he had booked for. You just hadn’t expected it to be the one on the sea front, that you had found yourself looking at multiple times as you walked past it during your holiday. But when you think about it, you know Matty would always go out of his way to make everything perfect.
“Matty, are you sure it isn’t too expensive?” You tell him, as you walk hand in hand towards the rather extravagant building, lit with lights beautifully. “You know i wouldn’t care if we didn’t go to some fancy place, right?”
“I know you wouldn’t, love, but just let me spoil you, yeah? We’re on holiday.” He smiles at you, squeezing his hand in yours ever so slightly.
The two of you wait at the entrance for a worker to come over, which is quite literally in seconds.
“Evening, hi,” Matty clears his throat. “I have a reservation at 8pm, its under the name Healy.”
The waiter nods, looking at his ipad for the name. “Yes, okay, It’s here. Follow me, please.”
You both follow him until you get to the end of the restaurant, the two person table next to a large window, a stunning sea view.
“Here are your menus,” he places them on the table as you take a seat. “Somebody will be over to take your orders shortly.”
“Thank you!” You tell him, as he walks away. “And thank you, too, Matty. This view is gorgeous.”
“Yeah? Knew you’d like it.” He smiles. “But don’t thank me just yet.”
“Yet?” You grin, “What have you got in store for us, Matty?”
“You’ll just have to find out, darling.” He has that signature smug look on his face as he shrugs his answer.
“You are full of surprises.” You laugh, shake your head and pick up the menu.
Your mouth was practically watering at the sight of the food as it came over, it was placed on the plate so spectacularly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to actually eat it.
You pick your phone up off the table to take a picture, snapping a quick one of matty too, as he drinks a sip of his wine.
“Oi!” He reaches over and snatches your phone off you, making you giggle, as he takes a picture of you.
You roll your eyes as you take it back, “Oh my god, that is such a bad photo.”
“You look stunning, love, don’t even start that right now.” He puts his hand on yours, thumb rubbing the back of yours soothingly.
“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You chuckle.
“Oh, i know.” He gives you a wink before moving his hand to finally delve into the deliciously smelling food.
“God, i don’t know if i could even eat a dessert after that.” You groan and you put your fork down, the meal was fantastic, your plate now empty, but it definitely was filling.
He had finished before you, and was listing off all the desserts for you.
“Actually,” Your mind changes rather quickly, “That sundae sounds amazing. I’ll have one of those, please.”
“Of course, i think i’ll have one too.”
Your deserts came rather quickly, and they looked and tasted just as good as the menu described them to be.
After being immersed in it for so long, you finally look up and see Matty as focused as you were, and you chuckle when you see a blob of ice cream on his nose.
“Matty, love.” Your voice makes him look up instantly. “You’ve got a little something—”
You lean over to swipe it off his nose with your finger, and then licking it off your finger. “Ice cream.” You grin.
“How the hell have you finished it already?” He groans as he realises yours is basically empty. “You were the one that said you didn’t even know if you could have one!”
“I can finish yours, if you want.” You offer, an eyebrow raised.
He narrows his eyes, as you watch him internally decide. “Okay. Fine.” He pushes it over to you, “I physically cannot finish it.”
“You should’ve just shared mine, you know you can never finish deserts like this.”
“I might do. One day.”
You only hum in response, using the spoon to scoop up the remaining ice cream. You don’t even notice the phone in his hand until you look up as you put the spoon in your mouth — he’s taking a photo of you.
“Cheeky twat!” You scold, yet not really caring.
His chin is resting in his palm as he watches you finish the drink.
“What are you looking at, Healy?” You finally question it, and he only shrugs.
“I love you.”
It was quite random, but it still made your heart flutter and lip pout slightly as you felt an overwhelming rush of love for him.
“I love you too, and more.” The two of you intertwine your fingers on the table.
“Matty, our hotels that way, your going towards the beach.” You stand in place as he begins to walk left instead of right.
“I know. But you always said you wanted to experience the beach late at night, and it’s right here.” He explains.
He leads you along the sea front, and you think it’s even more beautiful at night than during the day. It’s quiet. Peaceful and calm. Only a few other people are here, a complete contrast to the usual loud and noisy families, with young children running around. Which of course is adorable, but being here with only Matty makes it all the more romantic.
The cool breeze in your hair is welcoming, compared to the heat you had been getting during the days, it was refreshing.
“It’s just breath taking, isn’t it?” You say, looking along to the the horizon in awe. “It’s kind of poetic, if you think about it.” The two of you have stopped walking now, halfway down the beach, surrounded by only sand. But you stood faced towards the water, oblivious and too deep in your thoughts to see what Matty was doing beside you. “How a place can be so busy, so hectic, only a few hours ago. People all over, The water splashing endlessly as people swim. The speed boats and turtle spotting boats people go on. And this be the same place as it is now. Not a splash in the sea in sight. Just calm waves flowing as they should do. There’s nobody yelling, screaming. It’s just the sound of the air and peace.”
You snap out of your thoughts when you realise Matty isn’t replying to you, and that you kind of trailed off a little too much there. So you turn to face him, only to not see his face. You look down.
You gasp loudly. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
He’s down on one knee, a small, ring box in his extended hand, open. The diamond shining brightly, begging for attention.
He’s smiling so sweetly at you, you feel you might collapse then and there.
“Darling,”
“Oh my God!” You yell, hand flinging over your mouth, before you mutter an apology and for him to carry on.
He laughs at your reaction, but carry’s on nonetheless. “I think its pretty obvious what i’m doing but… I had planned this whole speech in my head but now i’m actually here, looking at you, i cannot remember any of it, so i’m just gonna kind of wing it.” He takes a deep breath.
“I remember the first day we met so clearly, because it quite frankly was one of the best days of my life. You came into my life, and as soon as you did i never wanted you to leave. I don’t think i’ve ever met somebody who understands me so well, you just know me. You get me. And you’ve seen me at my absolute worst, times i didn’t know i would even get through, and you stayed. You stayed beside me the whole time and i feel like sometimes maybe you’re the reason i got through it all. I know i make jokes. I say stupid things, and i do… fuck up sometimes, and somehow you deal with me. But you’re the one thing i don’t want to mess up, ever. And God knows i’m gonna do everything i can to never fuck up anything, because i love you. I love you so much and i can’t imagine not being with you for the rest of my life.” His eyes are watering and a tear slips from his eye, and you feel overcome with emotion. “Because when i thought i’d loved people before, i wasn’t ready for how i feel right now, with you. It’s kind of funny, because George spoke to me about it. Told me he’s never seen me be so obsessed with someone. Because that’s what i am. I am obsessed with you and everything you do and i want it to be like that forever. I feel like i babbled on a bit there so i’m just gonna get on with it now.”
“My love, will you marry me?” He finally asks the question and you’ve never answered one so quickly.
“Oh my fucking God! Yes, Matty, obviously!” He springs up, taking the ring out of the box and placing it on your finger. “I love you so much. So fucking much.”
You basically jump into his arms, lips colliding messily in a messy and surge of love between the two of you. The box lay forgotten on the ground. Both his hands are on your face, caressing softly, while yours are wrapped around his neck, clinging on, as if to never let him go.
“I love you so much. This is so crazy, oh my lord.” You mutter again his mouth.
“I can’t believe i get to call you my fiancé.” He’s smiling so widely when you pull away.
“I could say the same for you.” You hug him tightly, face smushed against his chest as you let out all the waterworks.
“Hey, hey.” He pouts, lifting your head up to make you look at him. “Don’t cry, sweetheart, you’ll make me cry,” his brown eyes glistening.
You stifle a sniffly laughter, “Literally the best holiday ever.”
“Best surprise ever, more like.” He catches a tear as it slips from your eye, before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “My surprises are the best.”
“Definitely. Best surprise ever.”
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